I met a guy and he was nice. He made me feel nice too.

Verse 1
It was an afternoon meant for goodbyes.
But then I met you and you took me by surprise.
You played off my words, finished my sentences.
You read my mind the first time we met.

Trust a friend to tell a friend, what a girl feels.
The way you made me feel was so unreal.
The smiles and butterflies never went away.
I’m still fighting them up until this day.

Chorus
But the story never goes the way I want it.
The ending’s never a happily ever after.
I wish none of us were leaving, and we’d stay.
So we could just remain the same, this way.

Verse 2
Yet another story ending, I came across you.
Amongst a crowd of strangers, I saw through.
Nudges, gentle shoves, flirty eyes and big smiles.
You made everything seem worth while.

Every moment spent was unforgettable.
Hand around my waist, back against your chest.
If I could look into your eyes once more,
I’d never let you slip away like before.

Chorus
But the story never goes the way I want it.
The ending’s never a happily ever after.
I wish none of us were leaving, and we’d stay.
So we could just remain the same, this way.

Bridge
The goodbye is the hardest to forget.
But I’d go back and do it all over again.

So sit me back on that swing and hold me tight.
Share your world with me under the moonlight.
Search for my weaknesses and fill my empty.
Maybe one day there’ll be a you and me.

Chorus
But the story never goes the way I want it.
The ending’s never a happily ever after.
I wish none of us were leaving, and we’d stay.
So we could just remain the same, this way.

Ruined.

Your last words ring as you step away.
Dead silence but we have so much more to say.
You turn around, just to see how I'm doing.
You know you've left me stranded, cold and ruined.

Every second alone is another breath I don't want to take.
Without you, there's no point of living.
So bury me if I must live a solitary life.
I'd rather be burnt in the sun, than hide.

My nights are hostile without your touch.
I crawl in bed and sing to myself, all the sleepless nights.
I'd rather be held than be holdong onto your worn out thread.
It's either me in your arms, or me dead.

Dragged On.

We speak so formal, it's like we're from different worlds.
A world of your own, that not even I can catch a glimpse at.
Where did we go, I thought we were heading for eternity.
Seems like we're free falling out of what we used to be.

We're not meant to be, even the blind can see that.
You and I never had sparks to begin with.
We rushed in and I gave you the chance to back out.
But now it's been too long, we've dragged on.

I've got no choice but to leave you, the guilt is killing me.
I'm not holding us on the line just for my own peace of mind.
I've been selfish enough and I need to let you go.
No point begging me to stay, I'm running away.

It's for your own good, please take my word once more.
Drop my hands and let me be on my own.
I can't apologize anymore than I have already.
The tracks have changed around, no more going steady.

I can't tell if I'll feel more remorse now or later.
Baby, I regret not treating you like I should have.
Even now, at the lowest state, though it's hard to admit,
I should've treated you better... you deserve more than me.

I've got no choice but to leave you, the guilt is killing me.
I'm not holding us on the line just for my own peace of mind.
I've been selfish enough and I need to let you go.
No point begging me to stay, I'm running away.

Tears drain my sorrows.
The tingle against my skin.
Cleanse my pain and hurt.

Life Can Get Very Confusing.

L ies and hatred fill the air
I nnocence you once thought existed
F aded away into the darkness
E verything is wrong, you were tricked

C ircles or squares, which to pick
A nother disaster is awaiting you
N one of these were expected

G ood appears out of no where
E specially through rough times
T rying to show you to keep your head held high

V iscous but gentle life can be
E ven through dark, the light can be seen
R ight from wrong, no one knows
Y ou just have to learn from your mistakes

C orrections could be wrong
O n the right track you go
N ot knowing what's ahead
F ollowing mistakes made before
U nkown awaits you
S oon you reach a dead end
I n need of saving, you cry
N ot noticing the light shining on you
G one or here, you're confused.

Given up trying to change the time I uploaded the posts. I think they're set America time...

If you can't cover my scars, then what good are you?
Answer that, I'll be waiting. By the door, my bags are packed.
I don't know how much longer I can stay.
Cuz I've gotten up and I've no longer fallen for you.

Couple weeks back.

Been here for almost an hour.
Waiting for you to come out at day break.
When all the secrets unfold.
The time your deepest feelings are told.

I long to hear your voice and see you.
Just want to hear those words.
And see that smile take over your face.
My remedy for fears that need to be replaced.

So walk on out, come on over.
Kidnap me like you’ve done to my heart.
His lips, his taste, nothing compared to yours.
Seeing you with her is the hardest part.

When you call me, I hear you sing.
Your sound in my head forever lingering.
But hearing about how you love her.
You’ve torn me apart, we’re a beautiful disaster.

Still I wait for you to open your eyes and see.
That it’s time to realize, we’re meant to be.
So pull me closer and hold me tight.
Cuz you’re the one I dream of every night.

So walk on out, come on over.
Kidnap me like you’ve done to my heart.
His lips, his taste, nothing compared to yours.
Seeing you with her tears me apart.

The winds push harder against my unguarded skin.
Scared I'm getting colder but stuck wearing thin.
No one here to wrap their warm arms around me.
Forced to be alone, lost, broken and empty.

The End.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Been really busy. I'm supposed to be revising for my English mock exam tomorrow and I came across this. I wrote this poem a year ago for my English class. It isn't close to World's best, but it is definitely something that I feel can be related to during times like now, when places like Japan and other effected places are suffering. My prayers and thoughts go out to all who need them. This poem here is called "The End".

Each time I bounce this ball, they call it mother nature.
That does enough damage yet they continue to destroy.
The lights that they form, blind me from the outside.
Sa the days go by, less remains of this ball I hold.

Just in one blink, in less than a second, everything is lost.
Bombs and deafening sounds.
The explosion is like a flashlight in your eye.
There's no chance of escaping from these destructions.

A beautiful disaster, it blinds you to death.
Turns a land full of love into a land full of hate and war.
Soon all the bombs will destroy this little ball.
Leaving nothing but dust, silence and emptiness.

Each time I bounce this ball, they call it mother nature.
That does enough damage yet they continue to destroy.
Disappearing over time, at times which are most sudden.
There will come a day where there is only sand left in my hand.

What I do in math tuition.

I saw a cloud cross the sky this morning.
Looked like the one we saw last spring.
When we went to the park and lay down on the grass.
Disappointed that the stars had left.

But that didn’t stop me from falling in love.
For the first time, with no other but you.
Now that you’re gone, I still think about you.
And I’ll never be able to let go of what we had.

I go back to that night, the one I wish I’d forget.
When we yelled at shut-tight doors that stood between us.
It was the first time I ever heard you cry.
But I never got a chance to wipe the tears off your face.
Cuz the dead silence was what reassured me.
You’d left and we never said goodbye.

The things you bought me still lie next to me.
On the desk, next to my bed.
Each having their own little memory.
I always wonder if you ever think of me.

I cried myself to sleep for weeks.
And my heart still has a knife straight through it.
My world was a fantasy when I had you.
But now I’m nothing without you.

I go back to that night, the one I wish I’d forget.
When we yelled at shut-tight doors that stood between us.
It was the first time I ever heard you cry.
But I never got a chance to wipe the tears off your face.
Cuz the dead silence was what reassured me.
You’d left and we never said goodbye.

I still talk to your friends, just to ask how you are.
I still look out for our shooting star.
Have you ever thought of coming back?
Just to hold me close, one more time.

Cuz that night, I just can’t seem to forget.
When we yelled at shut-tight doors that stood between us.
It was the first time I ever heard you cry.
But I never got a chance to wipe the tears off your face.
Cuz the dead silence was what reassured me.
You’d left and we never said goodbye.

"It's cute."

Though he's never met her in real life, he talks to her like he's known her his whole life. She does the same, letting out every emotion that she's ever encountered and pouring everything she has into his hands. Memories, none she created with him, she now entrusted with him. No longer belonging to her, but to the both of them. They trust each other, a trust they don't deny but have no idea where it came from. Unlike anyone else she's met in her life, she feels content just by seeing his face. Through a computer screen, if that's all that is possible.

From the day they were both introduced, by a friend that they had met at different times, they spoke. They spoke whenever they could - calling each other up and listening to the sound of each other's voices. Despite the time differences and physical barrier of distance, they always made time for each other. They had the same schedule when it came to breaks, and even when he left the country he was in - to new time zone - he would still find a way to contact her. In all ways it was a forbidden love. They only shared words together. Speaking all their thoughts and any troubles they had in mind. It was pure innocence and honesty. It was something special but it couldn't progress further than that.

Living in two separate worlds, it was difficult. They talked as often as they could and eventually began exchanging the three words they both thought they'd never mean to each other, but they finally believed they did. He'd never physically seen her or touched her with his bare hands, but he'd hurt her and she'd hurt him too. Of course being teenagers, they had their own little interests in school and such. However, nothing was comparable to what they had. Yet the mentioning of other girls or boys entering their lives was harmful. Still, they allowed it but they hurt deeply inside. They were jealous, and they both knew, but they let things slide.

Now, the connection isn't as strong as it was before. They can take days off and not speak to each other. They don't do it on purpose but now they've got new time zones and more hectic schedules. But just one conversation can light up sparks and bring everything back to where they left it. Though the connection isn't as strong, no matter how dead the lines between them are (momentarily) - the connection never dies. It lives within them and up until today, she still thinks about him. And when he randomly comments on something that she says every now and then, the words he says sends her heart prancing around her body and she's the happiest person in the world.

Ever fallen in love? I haven't. Not yet at least. I've dreamt of it. But I don't think I've ever experienced it. I sometimes scare myself in thinking I never will. But what you just read, I think that's pretty close. The only thing is - if you were in that girls place, would you want to meet that boy? Or would you want to keep this as a memory and never meet in him in fear of ruining this whole fantasy you've been enjoying and loving every moment of? What would you risk? Something more or nothing less?

Last Night.

The cold wind brushes against her shoulder leaving chills down her spine. She is in deep thought with a million things circling in and around her mind. Nothing of remorse or regret. Rather, the unsettling and unfamiliar feeling of resentment. She feels pain flowing within her making her feel unnecessary hatred. For whom the hatred is aimed at, even she is uncertain. She shuts her eyes, pressing her eyelids together tightly, trying to get rid of these unwanted, threatening thoughts.

"How can everything go wrong at once?" she asks herself out loud. Considering the chances of going insane, she begins to get even more frustrated than she was to begin with. The wind pants like a dog from the fan above her head. Even silence can't meet her requests. She thinks of everything that burns this hole of stress into her. Her best friend is sick and her parents are ruining her life. Her other friend is stressing out because her best friend is ill. Another friend is a complete drug addict - much like all her acquaintances that she has dealt with but much worse. She'll never meet the boy who makes her heart prance, or rather she is too afraid to. The boy she is gained interest in won't speak to her. Several friends she longs to speak to are miles away or drifting but not because of physical distance. She's scared of how the next few weeks will turn out. Her grandparents are ill. Her parents don't understand her. Her brother is trying to annoy the life out of her. She's drowned in stress for the most important things are all happening this year and if they don't go well, there goes her future.

The weather hasn't helped much either. Sure, it's nice and windy. Her favorite, actually. Except when it's raining. It's like as if God collected buckets of water and finally decided Singapore's too hot and wanted to make up for all of it at one go. It makes her miss India. Her room, especially. Small but the perfect size for her. Closet, bathroom, desk, and a queen-size bed right next to a big window where she loved to sit next to when it rained. Her little haven where she could self reflect and write, write her lyrics. Her little method of releasing emotions that could not be spoken. It reminds her of having to move out of there, a place she loved and always will, which results in reminding her that she's moving again.

Singapore wasn't her favorite place, obviously, but she was starting to get used to it. The thought of getting her own room and not having to share it with her brother was probably the only upside of moving this time around. The only one she could think of at least. She felt independent here, even though her parents barely ever allowed her out. And if they did, she always had to be back home by dinner time. Any later, she was never allowed out ever again. It always also so easy making friends here and the next place already seemed terrible and she dreaded moving there. Her friends kept brigning it up, saying they were upset. Seemed like they wanted to make sure she was too. She'd never show it though. The tears push against the walls of inside of her, begging for some sort of release. She just smiles, even while her eyes are frozen.

Warning.

Just like the the lights on the traffic posts on every street of this town, her mind keeps changing. Nothing stays the same for too long and nothing can convince her to stop. It's constantly changing with no chance of freezing. Should she be happy, or should she be sad. Should she smile, or should she cry. Thoughts fight against each other in her mind. The stress, the chaos, the wars and all that take place in her head, make her head spin and hurt her. She suffers from both physical and mental pain.

Noise irritates her and silence crushes her. Nothing can soothe her, only cause discomfort. It's not just the voices inside her head that control the way she acts, but combined with the voices outside conversing, yelling, and whispering, that effect the voices inside. She can't take it any longer. She wants to break free, but she's too scared to. She can't decide what she wants. She wants to yell and break glass, but she's too scared she'll feel guilt and remorse. That would kill her but then again, everything would.

She loves him, but she doesn't want him near her at all. She feels she's too young, but she's scared she doesn't have long to live. She wants to live life and go out for she fears to die, but she feels that she has time for that and she should wait. Indecisive, so hard to please. Her mind kills her and is only silent when she sleeps. But even her dreams aren't always fantasies, for she cries herself in her sleep sometimes.