My dear friends, you are my..last friends
God got a pen and a piece of paper
He used them to write His plans
“This pen will write lots of stuff on this paper,
And this paper would be happy to be written wonderful works on.”
A mutualism, it seemed
Like plants and animals around.
Friendship was formed, between the two,
Bonded by fate for everyone knew.
Enjoyment, love, peace, they made,
Excitement filled the air with these two around.
Seen together ‘til the end of each day,
That only storms could break these two apart.
But then one day, paper grew weary and gloomy,
And got annoyed with pen’s everyday presence.
Tired of wasting time doing “nonsense” with him,
Pen wanted his times alone.
He understood that pen cared for him, as big as the universe,
But fate was twisted, and tore their worlds apart.
Paper didn’t want to be alone, he thought,
But doing everything for him isn’t his thing at all.
Pen was very bright, it seems
He knew what his little friend feels
He wanted to do something about it,
That he would throw away everything, just to see the other’s old self.
He knew he was annoying and a disturbance,
A hindrance from his friend’s life.
He wanted to make him happy, at least
For all the things he did for him.
But no, he was stubborn. He just couldn’t drift away.
He was still a big hindrance, a pain,
Dependently, desperately, and selfishly,
Waiting for his friend to come back for him.
Loneliness was never his thing,
He would die because of this “sin”.
A reason why he clings to his dear friend,
A cover, selfishness, for his dependence.
True, he was young and barely knew anything,
Growing up should be helping him.
Afraid to face the world alone, he finally stood,
“I can do this on my own. Believe.”
He knew his old friend was always supporting him, no matter what,
Even though it seemed he left him.
“He needs his own space, I see.”
That’s why he’s trying hard to be not a burden to him.
He reached the point where he was half-independent,
But it seemed that he just couldn’t leave his past friend alone.
He wanted to make more memories with him, at least,
Because he loved him, he really did.
Being misunderstood by others, he was judged as a “burden to others”,
But he didn’t want that at all.
He just wanted to be happy with his friend.
A touch of selfishness was there though.
Until now, he is still striving to be not a pain to others,
And is trying hard to be independent and pure.
Supported by everyone, he can still move on, he believed,
And that someday, others wouldn’t say that he’s a burden anymore.
He wouldn’t be, starting from that time onwards.
He would be the best friend everyone would have,
Even if he needed to dedicate his life for them.
His unconditional efforts wouldn’t be wasted, at least, they would be appreciated.
Sometimes, people are just like papers and pencils,
With mutual relationships that can sometimes already hurt.
Inevitable stage, I must say, what this is,
‘Cause everyone was an innocent kid before.
Everyone has their own purposes and biases,
Everyone wouldn’t want to be alone.
Remember the times before that I had emo entries and felt that I was OP? This was the reason why. Now I know what to change in me. :)) I will try my best to make sense and be not too "clingy" anymore. Thanks a lot guys! ^-^
On the other hand, I now have my first crush in PISAY! OMG. f;lasjdgla &hearts He fits in JE you know. He is almost perfect. &hearts&hearts&hearts I won't tell details though, maraming taga-pisay na nagbabasa nito. lol
So, there. Bye guys. ^^
He used them to write His plans
“This pen will write lots of stuff on this paper,
And this paper would be happy to be written wonderful works on.”
A mutualism, it seemed
Like plants and animals around.
Friendship was formed, between the two,
Bonded by fate for everyone knew.
Enjoyment, love, peace, they made,
Excitement filled the air with these two around.
Seen together ‘til the end of each day,
That only storms could break these two apart.
But then one day, paper grew weary and gloomy,
And got annoyed with pen’s everyday presence.
Tired of wasting time doing “nonsense” with him,
Pen wanted his times alone.
He understood that pen cared for him, as big as the universe,
But fate was twisted, and tore their worlds apart.
Paper didn’t want to be alone, he thought,
But doing everything for him isn’t his thing at all.
Pen was very bright, it seems
He knew what his little friend feels
He wanted to do something about it,
That he would throw away everything, just to see the other’s old self.
He knew he was annoying and a disturbance,
A hindrance from his friend’s life.
He wanted to make him happy, at least
For all the things he did for him.
But no, he was stubborn. He just couldn’t drift away.
He was still a big hindrance, a pain,
Dependently, desperately, and selfishly,
Waiting for his friend to come back for him.
Loneliness was never his thing,
He would die because of this “sin”.
A reason why he clings to his dear friend,
A cover, selfishness, for his dependence.
True, he was young and barely knew anything,
Growing up should be helping him.
Afraid to face the world alone, he finally stood,
“I can do this on my own. Believe.”
He knew his old friend was always supporting him, no matter what,
Even though it seemed he left him.
“He needs his own space, I see.”
That’s why he’s trying hard to be not a burden to him.
He reached the point where he was half-independent,
But it seemed that he just couldn’t leave his past friend alone.
He wanted to make more memories with him, at least,
Because he loved him, he really did.
Being misunderstood by others, he was judged as a “burden to others”,
But he didn’t want that at all.
He just wanted to be happy with his friend.
A touch of selfishness was there though.
Until now, he is still striving to be not a pain to others,
And is trying hard to be independent and pure.
Supported by everyone, he can still move on, he believed,
And that someday, others wouldn’t say that he’s a burden anymore.
He wouldn’t be, starting from that time onwards.
He would be the best friend everyone would have,
Even if he needed to dedicate his life for them.
His unconditional efforts wouldn’t be wasted, at least, they would be appreciated.
Sometimes, people are just like papers and pencils,
With mutual relationships that can sometimes already hurt.
Inevitable stage, I must say, what this is,
‘Cause everyone was an innocent kid before.
Everyone has their own purposes and biases,
Everyone wouldn’t want to be alone.
Remember the times before that I had emo entries and felt that I was OP? This was the reason why. Now I know what to change in me. :)) I will try my best to make sense and be not too "clingy" anymore. Thanks a lot guys! ^-^
On the other hand, I now have my first crush in PISAY! OMG. f;lasjdgla &hearts He fits in JE you know. He is almost perfect. &hearts&hearts&hearts I won't tell details though, maraming taga-pisay na nagbabasa nito. lol
So, there. Bye guys. ^^