Broken Notes

The broken string of your guitar,
Caught my attention from afar,
Though you tried to play me your song,
Something wasn’t right,
And I could hear it all along.

I watched your fingers play the tune,
I found myself singing with you,
The beat was wrong, I was too slow,
You waited all night,
Til in the end I got it all.


Just something I'm working on. It's a work in progress, and definitely needs a lot of revision... and a whole lot more stanzas/verses... we'll see how it goes.

Little Bo Peep

has lost her sheep
and doesn't know where to find them.
leave them alone and they'll come home
bringing their tails behind them.

I've been branded as the shepherdess in our unassuming group of acquaintances. These past few weeks have made me realise that it's often the case... I have failed at making deep, lasting friendships, however I have many non-close friends. Nobody I can just ring up at any given time of the day if I'm feeling upset... somebody I could call to share good news with.

No, that's not true.

I can call people about good news, as I'm the type of person who everyone assumes will always be around to make them happy. I'm that friend. The one who can always be counted on for a good, happy, carefree time.

I wish I have a shoulder to cry on instead of always being the shoulder everyone looks for.