Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Posted by: Beaux-y
Time: 4:00 PM
Comments: 0
Every morning I put it on.
I walk outside and I am gone.
And I don't seem to mind anymore.
I can't think what it was like
Before...
I wore it all the time.

Uh-huh..

In the evening I take it off,
But there's another one underneath,
And I can't seem to find the bottom of the stack I
Just might lose my mind and never get it back, but
At least I'll get inside.

Uh-huh...

At least I'll get inside.

Uh-huh...

There's a feeling that I get sometimes.
It's so small that it's easy to hide.
It's like a howling voice from the distant past.
It seems I've got no choice when it comes to this.
It's building up inside.

Uh-huh,
It's building up inside.

Siti Aisyah
Sweet Seventeen.
Singaporean.
Capricorn.
Good Gone Bad
Play nice, & I'll give you cookies.

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Rest in peace, my dear. You are greatly missed.