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Smiles forgotten,

rare blossoms

the child in me,

hidden dormantly.

 

A moment's promise,

a sight of you.

Thoughts renewed

full of belief.

 

 

Some smiles are

beautiful.

And all of yours.

Some words are

music.

And all of yours

 

 

Steel stands between,

grey, unrelenting,

as you walk away.

If my thoughts were

words,

you might have

stayed.

 

 

Some smiles are

beautiful.

And all of yours

Some words are

music.

And all of yours.

Stay.

Current Mood: Lovestruck
Current Music: my brothers would-be band. theyre not bad!

The best mornings, I think, are those when I get up before the alarm clock goes off. A sign of the truly well rested body. The sun shining right in my eyes doesn't hurt them as much. The tooth paste tastes good. My voice in the bathroom doesn't sound so bad. And it sounds good when I take the tooth brush out!

  I can face up to the world of haatu haatu uncles and ghaatu ghaatu aunties on their early morning runabouts to office, and look at their freshly powdered and over madeup faces without cringing. The moron who will cross the road at the last moment will have me laughing at his stupidity rather than the usual thoo nee ammma.

There is nothing like getting up on the right side of the bed.

World, BRING IT ONNNN!

Current Mood: Grand
Current Music: youd shudder to hear, but there is going to be a lot of shuddering today!