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.

Friday, December 3, 2010

If only he knew...

     In the silence of the night, she listened to his breathing while he lay sleeping - lost in a dream. In the dim moonlight which peeped through the window panes and casted playful shadows on the walls of the bedroom, she watched him sleep soundly, observing the rise and  the fall of his chest. She smiled to herself with content at the sight of him.  


     There was no place else on earth she would rather be right now, but here.

     Every night, she wished to be near him, to feel his warm cuddly hug and the brush of his skin against hers. And every night, she wished secretly that the morning would never come; time would suddenly stop in the dead of the night so she could stay like this forever with him.

     But that was only a wish for Morning always arrived. The Moon would hide herself and the Sun would shine his prominent rays across the globe. Like the Moon, she would recede into darkness, hiding herself in shadows and away from the deadly burning rays of the Sun.

     Although she knew that she was breaking the laws of the supernatural realm, she risked all that she had to catch a glimpse of him during the day. It made her really happy just to see him: his conversations, his laughs, his actions - everything about him!

     She loved him that much.

    But wait a minute. Something suddenly struck her senses. Does he know how I feel about him? Does he even know that I love him? Wait, since when have I fallen in love with him?

     How would he know? She's just a distant memory from the past. He had probably forgotten about her. She's probably non-existent to him anymore.  She's not from his world. She's just a ghost - a poor soul that haunted his room every night secretly; a poor girl who would sacrifice all that she had to be with him; she's just a girl who loved him silently from afar.

     If only he knew...

1 comment:

Michael said...

she should hint him that she love him..