raidbett
10-28-2008, 04:09 AM
Sometimes I smoke in the dark night, there were tears;
Sometimes I grab some blue-tuned songs in raining days this year;
Sometimes I struggle on online poker sites to break even;
Sometimes I walk on lonely streets and subconciously walk backwards-- this will impove memory isn't it?
Sometimes I quarrel with my boyfriend, I didn't cry. I would like to leave and for a few days when he won't find me. And one day morning, I pop up he holds me tightly or I will appologise for what I did.
Sometimes I stay in the cinema alone and watch films I know nobody cares. I laugh loudly, I cry silently.
Sometimes I walk along seaside, break the wind, and feel the waves sore;
Sometimes I write my poker blog and play poker games for fun. I never meet the poker players, that's my Karma.
Sometimes I am too talkable to stop in mere 2 hours or so; however sometimes too lazy to say one word.
Sometimes I am being happy to bury my sadness, I like the smiles round my world.
Sometimes I miss my friends. I phonecall them. I miss you are three words that cost too much and make me feel nervous.
Sometimes I love you, I miss you. But I won't say it, can't you sense it? Alas today we are in a different world, void of a simple word.
Sometimes I am what I am, sometimes I wonder what I will be. Now I am chasing away the answer I opt for myself to explore.
Sometimes I grab some blue-tuned songs in raining days this year;
Sometimes I struggle on online poker sites to break even;
Sometimes I walk on lonely streets and subconciously walk backwards-- this will impove memory isn't it?
Sometimes I quarrel with my boyfriend, I didn't cry. I would like to leave and for a few days when he won't find me. And one day morning, I pop up he holds me tightly or I will appologise for what I did.
Sometimes I stay in the cinema alone and watch films I know nobody cares. I laugh loudly, I cry silently.
Sometimes I walk along seaside, break the wind, and feel the waves sore;
Sometimes I write my poker blog and play poker games for fun. I never meet the poker players, that's my Karma.
Sometimes I am too talkable to stop in mere 2 hours or so; however sometimes too lazy to say one word.
Sometimes I am being happy to bury my sadness, I like the smiles round my world.
Sometimes I miss my friends. I phonecall them. I miss you are three words that cost too much and make me feel nervous.
Sometimes I love you, I miss you. But I won't say it, can't you sense it? Alas today we are in a different world, void of a simple word.
Sometimes I am what I am, sometimes I wonder what I will be. Now I am chasing away the answer I opt for myself to explore.