I will break these chains around me
Happiness will find me
Leave the past behind me
Today my life begins.
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I woke up to the light of the rising sun. It's 8 am, Monday, 7th of April, 2014.
* Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah,
yeah yeah, Oohh.
Never have much faith in love and miracles,
Yeah yeah, oohh. *
*Bossy Bitch*
Incoming Call
"Yes Boss?" I answered in a sleepy voice.
"Where are you?! We have lots of work here and you're sleeping on your soft and comfy bed?! "
Bla bla bla bla bla bla.
"I don't care." I whispered on the phone.
"What did you just say?! " My boss shouted angrily on the phone that nearly deft me.
"Nothing. Just please stop shouting! "
I shut the phone off and threw it on my bed while I'm preparing to take a bath.
I took the towel then rushed to the bathroom.
~
Time to move on.
The only thing that runs in my mind while in the office.
I have wasted my life loving Pete, since in middle school. I gave him all my love, but he gave me nothing back. Just like he's song, Grenade.
Ugh. I can't stop thinking about him.
But I really think that it's time to forget and move on to the next chapter of my life.
I can't concentrate on these office works. I just want to be alone and lay in my bed.
Ah! I know what to do. I'll write a poem. It's the only way to release all my feelings. Yes it's the only way. Because I don't want to talk to anyone. They're just ridiculous. Life is ridiculous.
And so I started writing on my very own private diary.
Which Way?
Now I am confused
I don't know which way to go
To continue loving you,
Or to give up my love for you?
I think this is craziness
All of my thoughts are non-sense
Why would I think about you
If you're not thinking about me?
Please stop making me love you more
You're just making my heart sore
It's taking me down to the floor
Down and down to the earth's core.
I gave you all I have
To make you feel my love
But you gave me nothing back
And left me in the dark.
I have already decided
To get you out of my head
Forget all that you said
To make my heart dead.
Today is when I gave up
My final decision is to stop
Chasing you is not a job
And loving you is just a crap.
I finished this poem. My paper was filled with teardrops. Right. It's time.
Move on. Forget.
Today is a new chapter for me.
Today my life begins.
