-uh oh?-

a little past 1

stifling a yawn

i put down the phone

figuring beyond

0635am morning call

definitely not a bore

but what happened in bed

i did not fabricate

i saw the gang

and the one whom had the same dream

but with the girl was a guy

whom i have never met but known

when the news broke

we jumped and we rejoiced

but the girl who cheered the brightest

did not hug her guy

it was I

who got the honour

of being accepted that We were the ones

who began our little journey

perhaps my persistence pulled through

or our paths met again

towards the destination we always looked forward to

she took my hand

or did i

we went to celebrate

the guy was never to be seen again

beaten. sunk. fade away

i could have laughed

i thought

could i really be holding this hand again

but we went more than that

the furthest distance we ever went

and the forehead kiss that i never thought i would ever give again

shops passed

i didnt care about the money

we splurge

as long as she is happy

success had come our way

in many more ways for me

for there was a flashback in the dream

of the past we used to share

yet the twist in the tale

was that she said she gave me up and was sorry that she didnt see

could we talk this out again

the note in the dream began

i do not see the need to chase

let eventuality pave our way

should our paths cross again

i will gratefully partake

for what is most important

is that my objective is met

be it who it is in the end

i want u to be

stronger

confident

and never having to cry again

except for tears of joy

which i will happily join in to

and so the dream ends

when the clock says 0615

why such effort to wake up earlier than the alarm?

cause at the other side of the phone

lies a tired soul

the unclear voice of the just awaken

i have not heard for long

Good Morning Bright and Fresh

Off to school for U

i didnt hear a thank you

[not that i mind]

but u did sound angry

i dunno why

but i didnt mind

killing my sleep

when the process of waiting

is still as such sweet

but i hold no hopes

and i killed my drive

but i pray that in the end

something can still be mine

passively waiting

doors closed

for the fruit in the end

will be much sweeter.