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Snow . . .

Before Sunrise


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Saturday, June 04, 2005

wishing.

I didn't mean to irriate you, but how i wish you would just talk to me.
Many ways i tried to attract your attention, but many times you turned away.
How i wish you would just turn your head and glance at me,
Move those soft lips and say sweet nothings.

There i stood watching, hoping she would turn back to look at me.
There i stood watching, hoping she realise that i'm behind her.
There i stood watching, eyes eager with anticipation, hoping, waiting, pleading.

In that room that night, the music was soft, barely audible.
Somehow, the music was perfect. No matter how soft it was to me,
The music flooded my mind, caressing my senses, touching my soul.
I saw you sitting there, right across me.
How i wish i was beside you, how i wish we were alone.
All I wanted to say were few words.
Words that should have came long ago, words that go something like,
Do Be Mine.

How i've tried to sit and face you, how i tried to get your attention.
You did not know what jealousy was, as i saw you in another man's touch.
Time is precious, time is frail.
I sat across you, staring, gazing, into those beautiful, beautiful eyes.
Melting in your occasional smiles and laughters, just hoping, waiting,
Wishing that you would just so take a look at me.




PROFILE

Marcus a.k.a Demented Tubist
alias
tubby custard
20 Apr 1988

Loves :
Jies n Meis
Best friends
Basketball
Playing Music
Composing
Writing



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