my maybe isn't true

Friday, January 19, 2007 Spicy Trekker 0 Comments

First of all I'd like to say that writers have the privilege to have their works with incorrect grammers (asus....) Below are one of my write-ups.

                                                    One Night                                                       

                                            (Thought it was but it isn’t)                                                   

                           It was evening, and I alone sitting on my porch. It was between me and the world alone. The moist on the flowers that shone a while ago from the bright morning sun, now, it slowly lets   itself asleep. The green grasses that I used to sit on every morning to feel its harshness is now ready to be covered by darkness. And the boy… the guy that I now see on his black coal car reaching for his parking lot not so far away from my house. My heart was full of glee as I saw him. I waited for him to see me for we were FRIENDS. A friend for him but there’s something more for me. He didn’t. He entered on his front door and closed the lights that  brightened his elegant parking lot. I didn’t run out of hope to see him once more. Just one glance and I’ll be contented and ready to slumber on my bedroom pillow.                                                                                                                           

                       But on second thought, why do I still reach for this guy that made tears flow on m cheeks? He didn’t drenched to earn something more from me and I have accepted it. I accept the FACT that it’s OVER. OVER. Please think that IT’S All Over.                                 

                       Maybe I loved him that much, to the extent that I didn’t care for myself. Do you think it ain’t that bad?                                                                                                 

                        It was only the world and I now. No sound of crickets or the blistering cold of loneliness. Maybe…I think. Maybe he’ll never will. That was long ago, he and I lying on the     

grass to watch the stars to fall. It was only I that time who fell. And I didn’t regret it. He is     

now tightly clasped on his girlfriend’s arms and on my tender heart.                                            

“Hey, Bestfriend.” Turned around and gathered the daisies and tulips from his arms. “I thought you weren’t asleep. Can I stay for awhile, like talk some things over, US.” My “buts” and          “maybes” were now in doubt. He hugged me as I stare in disbelief from his house to his position. He came back to me weeping. And now I know my “maybe” isn’t true.                                                                                                                               

                                                                          kb_croft – doniq   8:47 03/17/2002