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 Jun 2015 Camille Lagrama
XIII
"Action speaks louder than voice" ,
only works in uncommitted relationships.

You are not his only choice,
but always steals a kiss.
He reaches for your hand to hold,
but you're not sure if it's just for tease.

Waits for you 'till your shift's off,
other times it's your hair already turning grey.
He drives you home,
then drives another the next day.

Then he suddenly distanced himself,
saying he have other plans.
You swallowed your pride and plead,
asked him for a second chance.

He had a firm no,
but with a vague reason.
With a broken heart, you know what to do,
and that is to accept and move on.

You're in the middle of the process,
and yet he interrupts.
He does what he does best,
and is again closing the gaps.

You're in a tight spot,
but you should know better.
Listen to us with no buts,
we don't want you to be hurt again by that heart-breaker.

What have we told you,
about what we felt about that person?
Someone who purposely do,
leave holes for his victims to fall.

So guard your heart more,
do not let just anyone to penetrate through.
You should lock the door,
give the only key to someone who is true.

And the next time you take the free fall again,
we'll just always be here as your friend.
And if you ask us out to dinner to tell your pain,
we'll just remind you then and there..

"Action speaks louder than voice." ,
only works in uncommitted relationships.
If you're in a committed relationship, clear communication is crucial.

For our dear friend leeannejjang.
Cheer up and move on!

From your friends, Je & Kam.
I was blinded by the word "Love".
Like entering a world full of sparks.
I remembered the time when they try to pull me out,
But I was to stubborn to stop.

I didn't listen to their advices,
I never gave any second glance.
I offered my heart,
As a ticket to a place I thought would last.

One day, everything shattered in front of me.
I tried to fix things but never succeed.
I plead to give me a seconde chance,
But was not granted.

I was like a child being thrown out of a house,
Looking for a place to hide,
When the storm arrive.

I cried in the corner,
Waiting for him to rescue me.
But he never did.

I walk.
I run.
But then, this time they pulled me again,
Back to the reality I thought I will never see again.

They saved me from the depths of the dark hole I created for myself.
Slowly, I'm trying to fix myself,
patching up the fragments left broken somewhere.
Thank you to my good friends JK. and all those who gave me their unending support. Ill be back to who I am. Just wait for me.

— The End —