Sunday, October 7, 2007
she tries to comfort herself. she tries to cheat her own feelings.
no. it all aint helping.
no. not at all.
like roots that had longed tapped itself into the ground,
she is reluctant to move
as numerous affections and memories stays.
like repetitive radio advertisements,
her parents seem so ever willing to leave
this shabby place bitten with rust and leaking pipes.
her self-acclaimed thrify pap wishes to bring along as lil there
and yet. if possible. he'd like to spend as lil as possible on new beds and dryers.
it seems to be plan. to spend and yet not being the one who pays.
ahhhh. yes. his wife. his sons. his daughters.
and so there goes part of the girl's savings that took her pains to store up
when she approaches her pap, he turns a black face
and turns to mom for the money back
she guessed he never knew and even if he did he would pretend
mom is NOT a money tree. she is just like any other ordinary housewife.
this is a story she told
and i. i publicise.
dun ask why
i just didnt. didnt want to lie.
maybe she'll regret one day after tellin this
but for now.
she really doesnt give a damn.
All the sleepless nights;
and the tears you cry
at 9:06 PM