My Ice Cream Story and An Unusual Proper Thanks
November 23, 2007
Can you see?
Maybe the one who laugh most,it’s the one who hurt most.
The one who feel comfort with the crowd,is the one who feel so lost when ever they get alone.
Practically hard…but people who wrapped themself tight enough with laugter & smile,is the one whose been fallin down and not touch the ground yet.Look closer,it’s raining,but it’s not rain pouring on them,it’s the tears hidden behind.
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And how about me?
Sometimes…just sometimes, the very darkside of me
Seeing my self as an ice cream on a sunny day.
Tempting with my cherry topping at the top,
And suddenly, when they finishing me half,
Maybe i’m not good enough to see.
They continue running and cheering…
Passing me by, put me alone in the bench.
I am melting…and melting
Just me and the bench.
And where is my cherry topping?
The best part of myself has carried away with them…
It’s fine. Please remember me when i’m best.
The last???
Still here, try finish typing this sentences.
And to finishing My Ice Cream Story, this is my An Unusual Proper Thanks…
For all whose left,
For all the pain
The bitter, the tears,
And for the words we never made…
For all with due respect
Thanks for making me
What i am today.
Now God, i’m finish.
Goodnite.
