imaginary friend

i imagine a boy, alone, gazing at the rainy sky, wondering what the hell happen to him
he let the rain drops represent what he feels, to hide his tears

that boy could be with his comrades, do what boys do best,,
but he chose to be all by himself
because it’s the nicest thing to do for his broken heart

he’s somewhere he called home, where it all happened
room by room.. but not really moving

i imagine he’ll be great, although his shoulder seems smaller than everything he bears
he made mistakes, and will continue to do some more

but who doesn’t? who doesn’t break promises? who doesn’t have his heart broken?

that boy will be alright.. like everyboy that has grown to a real man
now, he’s shattered, then he’s whole again

i imagine he’s still there.. have no idea what i’m thinking of..

but why i should keep it for my self, if everything that i imagine will become real..
anytime soon..

~ by fiona verisqa on August 15, 2009.