Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
the love story of the "hidden jocker"
I never tot dat i needed someone
Untill u came into ma life
Showed me that i needed you
But i never knew how to care
I always tot dat you'll always be by my side
I always tot dat you'll never leave
I took things forgranted
But you left and u shattered me
I told myself to be strong
I told myself that time would heal
And all things will be okay
But I was wrong,very wrong
The wound never seem to heal
It is jus as fresh as yesterday's
I may not whine bout the pain any longer
But it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt
No matter wad i do
No matter wad i try
Nothing seems to work
I may be a better person now
But nothing seems to fill the space
The space that you once filled
I noe no matter how i wish
You'll never come back
For you've moved on
I admit i never did
When I saw u
I never did went up to u
When u wanted to leave
I ran to u
I held your arm
I wanted to tell you
How much i needed you
But i never did
I just kept silence
We were like strangers
Feeling akward
I never did say a word
As i noe i could never make u stay
It was better for you not to noe
I let go of ur arm
As we walked down the memory stairs
Akwardness and silence was in the air
Waiting for each other to break the silence
Till we came to the end of time
It was den we went our saperate ways
Never even bid each other goodbye
Maybe that it was best that things end this way
The play looked as if it was a good ending
But the question
Is that the onli ending?
is left unsaid
The hidden agendas were never knew
Onli the "Jocker" knows itself
And this is the hidden "Jocker"