The Guy In The Mirror

He has the eyes of a DEFEATED man.
Eyes without HOPE nor the will to fight.
His hair is as MESSY as his appearance is haggard.
He looks like a BUMP without a future in line.
He seems destined to FAIL at whatever he does.
His expression is numb and as CLUELESS as it could be.
He is LOST there's no denying it.
He is DISAPPOINTED and there's a hint of it.
He's angry of himself and there's NOTHING he could do about it.
A part of him DIED and will never come back.
A hole in his heart like a VOID in space.
His blank stares full of EMPTINESS within.
Push and he will drop that's how WEAK he looks.
Embrace him and TEARS might flow unknowingly.
He is at his record LOW in life; at least for now.
He is stuck in his past and DROWNING in his future.
His present is just a mixture of BLURS and confusion.
He is carried DIRECTIONLESS by the current of the moment.
He wants to do SOMETHING - at least it seems like it.

Who is that guy in the mirror looking back at me?
I hope it's not me.
Cuz there's no way i'm gonna be him.

SoRRy Q

So i hav been a lil busy lately.
So i hav been neglecting sumbody lately.
So i realised i haven't been paying full attention to sumone.
So i unfortunately can't help you out with certain stuff u planned.
So i realised i didn't put you as a priority for the past few weeks.
So i hav been a lousy fren lately.
So i know you are disappointed.
So i noe you're unhappy.
So i want you to know i'm guilty as charged in a way.
So i hope you noe i mean wat i said.
So all i wanna say is I'M SORRY Q.
And so i hope you don't disown me. *grins*

LemOnLy HeR

There's a lemonly thing about this girl i know,
Cuz when she smiles the sun's a sunny lemon yellow.
But when she's down or just a little sorrow,
She's like a bitter lemon that's hard to swallow.

Refreshing and sparkling like a lemonade,
Her beautiful eyes are undeniably heaven made.
Rumours say her nose is sculpted finer than jade,
Making the presence she leaves harder to fade.

Like a variation of taste different lemon offer,
If you call mood swing an art then she's a master.
And if she intends to hurt; your heart needs a plaster,
But when she's kind to you there's nothing else warmer.

Like the smell of lemon on your fingertips,
She leaves a lasting impression like white tulips.
It's like her image is pinned to your mind with paper clips,
And you might remember every word that came out of her lips.

Tasteless are the days when you have to connect the dots,
Bitter are the days when you dunno if she cares anot.
Sour are the times when she does not talk alot,
But sweet are the days when she smiles alot.

These description fits only one person as i wrote this for her,
But i'm afraid i have to stop here as words can go no further.
She'd better close her eyes tonight and try to sleep better,
Because she made a promise; to trade it with my remaining sugar. =)

Just so she noes

You'll remember her with no need to remind,
Cuz you noe she's a girl dat's not easy to find.
I think she's a witch dat stops time in my mind,
Cuz she's able to make things go forward or rewind.

She comes and goes just like a whirlwind hurricane,
Her mood changes just like cars in the fast lane.
Too bad i'm addicted to her smile like sugar cane,
And if i go days without it i might become insane.

She's soft she's hard she's cold she's hot.
She's good she's bad but i like it when she's not.
If she's a beggar on the street; i'll gif everything i got.
But if she needs anything more then i'll pretend i forgot.

She's not a planet but she shines like a sun,
I'm not a plant but her sunshine seems like fun.
To take me away from it u might need to use a gun,
But it still might be easier if you turn her into a nun~

I might not have tissue when her tears are flowing,
I might not have shoulders big enough to be comforting.
I might not have words sweet enough to stop pain from hurting.
But i just want her to know no matter wat i'll never stop trying.