Now, I'm beginning to adapt ideas on how you'll know me. Can I impress you with every word I say, will I be charming or knowing or cute, will it go smoothly or charismatically or pleasantly? Is it too much to ask? Well, I don't have the objects for your attraction, and yet I want to go noticed.
All I can do now is to sing my saddest song, in this out of placed corner, and maybe there will be a time that you'll need me, and I'll be there every time you'd need me, just for you to notice and for you to want me.
Friday, April 17, 2009
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