(Tuesday, June 26, 2007/11:00 PM)
Well-FaredI can't wait one night.
Life cuts me short,
At this point of alot.
Of confusions,
Discretions.
Of relations,
Sensations.
Of adaptations,
Patience...
Of aspirations,
And hopeful succession.
And it gets cut,
All this effort was nothing but.
Another futile effort,
All these tries and words.
Nothing but another letdown,
Day and night to make me frown.
Looks up to the sky,
And asks "why?"
Why must you do this to me?
I didn't take the chance when I had,
And when I did well, it's just sad.
That all I'm good at,
Is what I'm not trusted at.
Anymore.
Sure you can smile at me,
But as long as that frown remains, see.
I'll be sad too.
(is anyone even reading this? =/)