Wednesday, June 16, 2010

won't stop in front of mr.surrender

watched from afar
you went silly
stuck with my quiet demeanor
you got louder and frustrated

the natural high i felt for three years
never knew it was the gift
never knew
never knew

just when age and maturity started to mesh well
you came. and you came at such perfect time
we didn't knew that it was the right time though
we didn't even notice the gift being unwrapped for us

the hand when i read the journal
the silly antics
my long stares
my quick hands that grabbed yours

the soft face feeling mine
the kisses that slowly reached your lips
the bear-trap tight hugs
the bad start, that wrong feeling

the 7 eleven meals
the closers
the first movie
the dreams

the trend-setting step
the sketches
the works
the artistic outputs

the jobhunts
the dinners
the giftcheques
the 'power' image

the emotional boost
the highs
the blooming cheeks
the positive outlooks

the fights
the complaints
the pills
the never ending apologies

the conflicts
the 2 month boot camp under the black cat

the proposal
the concrete plans
the change of preference
the Love

the clothes
the money flushed
the flash of arrogance
was all for fun never thought of being broke

because you always stood by my side
and you're my treasure
my mirror
my teacher

always there to tell me how i handle life
the best critique
the best lover
the best girl

the wife.

for 3 years we were held by someone else's hand
never knew that we were just waiting for each
other on the sides.

I felt like I got the championship ring that has eluded me for years
Just like a bottle of champagne stored for another couple of years
it just got better

this isn't the picture-perfect relationship in the world
but it surely does work
it may be unorthodox and seems fun to try
but can you handle the pressure like us?

I'll end this with my arrogant swagger
Mark and Jazz won't stop you from following the trend
but do you have the faith?
do you really fit with the other?
do you look good together?

you ain't us
can't replicate what we did
at your own risk buddy






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