joanne: in my own words

Let me sing a song for you,
Please sit and listen to the tune,
This ain't no song of greatness,
But only a voice of a girl,
Singing about her world.

So let me sing a song for you,
Please please please, do listen to the tune,
All I wish is for you to hear me,
As I sing about my days,
Now sing with me if you may.

Saturday, May 29, 2010


He walked into a room filled with people. People who were too engrossed in their own conversations. Conversations about their jobs, about their relationships, about their properties and about many other things. Things of which did not seem to interest him or cross his mind. His mind was on heading to the corner of the room where a little window opened into the night. The night of when he desperately longed for a companion. A companion who may be a friend, a man or a lady, or better still, a stranger. A stranger whom he wished would take his mind off his problems for awhile or perhaps, a stranger who would replace his loneliness. Loneliness which he had been wanting to erase for a long time. Time which he did not want to waste no more for someone who had betrayed his love. His love was better off spent on another woman. Another woman who would fill every empty hole of his heart and satisfy his every desire. His every desire is now focussed on one particular lady, alone by herself in the opposite corner of the room. The opposite corner of the room is where I am now standing.