"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."
-Plato-

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Still doing my homework, still blogging up to this day.

Now blogging is a daily habit for me. Not much of the sickness lingers in me now..
Daily poems.. i'm running out of ideas already! T_T
Here's a(nother) poem for the friend who is feeling sad and down.

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Friends

We were friends since that day,
since that meeting on that boring holiday.
We became closer as we play SA,
we soon become rivals in CA.

Our friendship strengthened,
by the hours we fought against, and beside.
You once saved me with you sniping skills,
just as i did with my MP5s.

But soon, things happened,
You went down, for real,
but you stood up again,
as we walked up and down again.

WE had different cases,
but we had a single purpose,
to fight for the one we like,
no matter the cost, nor the price.

In the end you fought, you lost,
but you did try.
unlike me who did not even dare to try.

Now i have a new person in mind,
and you feel as cold as ice,
as i ignored your advice.

but remember, 
though we are not bound in blood,
we are bound in metal, among the storms and among the floods.

This is for the one,
who made his feeling clear,
the one who stood up after the fall,
and continued to walk.

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