Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Many a years ago, I used to jump walls and roof tops, that‘s my “game“
A girls manicured world was lame, pink was just not me, please
I ran,sweat and grimed myself, with my “bestie“ just ahead
And then he had to go away, I no longer wanted to bounce and frown
Few years down the tube, I changed into a pink lil‘ madame you know
My hair was brushed, my clothes were prim, I knew the drill a lady should
A lad I see look straight into me, I was walking and he cycling
Was it my face, or my lace, prehaps the pinkie toe nail had clipped
It happened again, the next day but I knew then it wasen‘t me.
A call after years to my “besties“ place, confirmed to him that it was I who he chased.
A dish a dush, a “whats wrong with you, cant you tell me from me?“
An apology I didnt hear but a “I‘m in love, what do I do“
He was sent back to his sense, made to see that we were “besties“ to be.
Dont break this one and try another one, be best with what you always were.
Was I delerious to say these words, prehaps I was but didnt want worse.
I wanted no change, in my mind he was always my treasured best.
(In the end, I lost my “bestie“ as a friend, I didnt have him as any one else)
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Why do I choose not to reveal, all that is within me
I keep some, I share some, not the same with everyone
You may do the same too, pick and choose for whom
Familiarity it is not, a stranger might hear a lot
Why do I then, use discretion every now and then
What makes me say, what makes other say,un guarded
I am scared, yes its true, I have flawed so its layered in
I cant say I care less about judgementals,
They may be more than hurting tones, but breaking ties
You may say that I need not heed to protect who aint that accepted me
I have secrets and so do you, we maintain a harmony within that too
Just let it be, your not hurting another with publicity!