I really hate the feeling of being dejected.
It makes me feel so small, as if I don't exist at all...and this hurts my pride...
It was not until yesterday that I really tasted how bitter helplessness is.
The nerve-chilling rain drops almost broke my skin as I stood outside your doorsteps.
No one answered the doorbell...
I called out your name, perhaps nine or ten times...
Still...no one answered...
I can only hear the eerie howlings of the wind.
The rain tasted bitter to my tongue...one moment I thought it was my own tears ;(
Now I know how pathetic it is being waiting outside someone's door under the pouring rain...
Seen that a lot on TVs, but never thought I will end up like this too...
And you are not even my lover :(
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