I started enjoying today, as though it was my last day on earth, for someone told me it might be. I went around town. Looking at all the different kinds of people around, people I’d never bothered to notice up till now. It’s funny how it happens. Tch tch. Nonetheless, I went to all the places I’d always wanted to visit. Places that were in my city, but I was too darn busy to take time out and go there.
I don’t want to relive all the mistakes I’ve made along the way. It’s funny how it happens. Tsk tsk. And, believe you me; I’ve had my share of blunders. People I’ve hurt that I didn’t mean to; words, once spoken, but never forgotten; people forgotten, but never forgiven. After my picture fades, and darkness has turned to gray, pray to the only God I’ve ever known to forgive me, to forgive my mistakes.
I know I’ve been mistaken, but just give me a break and see the changes that I’ve made. You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting. ‘tis funny how it happens. Sigh.
I don’t want to be forgotten. It’s funny how it happens. Alas. Hold me when I’m here, right me when I’m wrong, hold me when I’m scared, and love me when I’m gone. I don’t want to forget, either. Nothing. Even when I’m gone.
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