A tale of a Heartless Kid
What kind of a person treats a friend like he does?
A mean heartless boy with glass eyes glazed
with shiny arrogance. She suffers soo much and cries
barrels of hot tears for him and for herself.
She reads him and tries to understand.
To pull each message from each word and ignore what
the inconsistent relentless silence of the boy means.
That boy. Evil not. Good not. Just a boy.
But not just any boy. A dear friend whom she once care about.
A once willing prisoner who survives on bread alone
and is chained by invisible forces to a brick wall.
A ray of sunlight hope never penetrating her perpetual
darkness. But now, She wish to be free from any ties that
binds her to him.
Hope, joy, and love is forever gone. He is in the past.
A past that has departed and is gone, She will not cry over him.
You will not see her remembering him.
Not even for a moment, because he have travelled away from her never to return.
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May 13th, 2006 at 4:48 pm
guys are typical [though not all] & dat guy is a JERK… nobody needs dat type of fren… somehow somewhere out there, there is a better person for that lovely young lady… What goes around, comes around. What goes up, must come down. she just gotta be strong & go on with her life.. its worthless 2 bother bout a jerk
July 4th, 2006 at 3:53 am
cool passage…it’s very heartfelt. Luv it. And I agree.