when i used to see you around
i would get sad thinking of how,
both of us had gone off and found,
other friends, we were different people now

but i have come to realise
the hilarious adventures we had
they were truly meant to symbolise
that our time together was anything  but bad

no matter if it came to its demise
when i now look back through our days
i will smile, and no longer tend to fantasize,
about 'what if' we hadn't gone our separate ways,
no more will i be unsatisfied, with the casual hi's, the hugs and waves

for now you and i both
we are happy where we are
forgotten is our age-old sworn oath
for then we were only kids, who rode in the same bumper car,
who shared that last chocolate bar,

and i know not, whether you think of me
in the way that i do
did i ever mean that much to you?
i'd like to believe its true,

but either way,
what we used to have will never die away

for those special memories that we wove,
i keep them in a small but cherished treasure trove.
♥

don't stress,
its not the end of the world,
and even if it is,
so what?

i really want to
but i can't

i tell myself every night and every day,
that i will, that i need to, the next hour, the next morning,
but i don't

who knew i had so little power
over my own actions,
over my own mind?

I've heard of bodies acting of their own will
unable to listen to their brain
overcome with desire, lust, need...until,
every path taken is down the wrong lane

even now as i write
i commit my crime
though i really do wonder
if my situation qualifies this time?

...no, once again,  
it's simply just this skillful procrastination of mine.