HAHA. i just found this piece from my journal from 3 years ago...thought id share it with you to show you the importance of growing up and having hope. i cant believe i wrote this. you can guess what was going on here....well... here goes...:)
I sat through the entire horror movie..
as if spell bound, not to move...
my muscles itching to make a move...
my thoughts threatening to explode like a leaking stove...
my hapiness, my joy....flying away like a dove....
I couldnt understand.
why my heart would twist and bend,
wgy you would look at me and just stand,
as if the hour glass would never run out of sand,
treating my love my devotion like any other brand,
kweli mimi nilikuwa kadhalika, like they sing in just-a-band.
You left me there with a broken smile,
though you stood next to me, you felt like you were a mile,
a-way from the heart that loved you a while,
and the life you made worthwhile.
But it was coming to an end,
i was breaking inside,
i would pray to God for an angel to send,
the message that, by you i want to abide,
but what made my heart bend,
was that you preferred another by your side,
mine heart and mind to rend,
that it became unbearable...to the point of suicide...
But something in me told me to stay,
that patience indeed would pay,
so i would wait, for the love that was my mainstay,
to realize that i love her deeper every day,
that to God i prayed...
THEN I GREW UP! :D AND MOVED ON!
