But Today I Cried
I was mopping the floor. I finished wiping those dusty corners of this room. I hanged and folded some clothes. The instrumental sound I chose to play on YouTube is so relaxing and calming. I can hear Oreo's bark from the other door, he's the black and white cookie looking dog of the landlady.
It was a beautiful day, I was humming and dancing and talking. It's already past 5 in the afternoon and I can see the sun from my window nearing to hide from those cordilleras. But I am glad, I was able to sit in comfort because I've been very productive. Very good self, small things matter. I can hear no more noise.
But today I heard myself sobbing. But today I cried. Today I felt sad. It was so sudden that I just cried. I let my tears flow like rain. Was I tired, no. There's just this feeling that made me cry all of a sudden. And it felt like something unexplainable just went away. And, yeah... it felt great. And I think that concludes a day...
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How Could You Let Me Go
I may seem to be so unimportant. I've felt several times that you are so confuse where to leave me. You even asked yourself, "Should I keep you?". There were moments when I was silent because you even forgot to remember me on Tuesdays.
It wasn't my choice if I went so rotten or fly around with the naughty wind? You left me, maybe not here but somewhere. And I am so disappointed that it has to be this messy.
One time, I was a protector of your M&M's but you, you were over me, ripped me and you just let me go, fly with the wind. I was flying, until I hit the ground. I was stepped on, and those angry eyes of that Grandma stared at me angrily.
It was your fault that I became so disgusting in the eyes of the good people. You should have thrown me with Cheetos last Tuesday. You should know where I belong in the first place. It was you who chose me. And you should know how irritating to see me surprising you everywhere.
A Piece That's Torn.
Through the Window...
Counting rain drops on the window...
As I fix my headphones on.
Dazzling red light makes the bus stop,
My thoughts going deeper...
Getting curious over everything...
Observing. Thinking. Wondering.
Staring alone at the rain drops...
As I listen to another 80’s song.
Traffic light signals the car to get ready.
My lips starts hummin’.
Recollecting memories slowly fading...
Questioning. Realizing. Waiting.
Smiling, best feeling when it’s raining.
As Guns N’ Roses sang November Rain.
The wheels starts moving, when lights said go.
My heart beats sadly.
Missing something like home.
Remembering. Sighing. Wishing.
Next Time Around.
For chances don't apply on those instances...
Hers- good morning, sickening twilight is his.
When he sighed, she side glances.
He bid goodbye, there she walked in.
The door opened, just when she's miles afar.
For second chances may happen sometime.
His- outgoing life, hers is a willful one.
When she sobbed, he turned around.
He walked away, then she said hello.
She's just blocks away, where he dropped the key.
For chances may be a next time around.
Theirs was a great day.
She laughed, he listened.
First hello's couldn't be the last.
And their stories seem to just began...