Am walkin around thinkin why that rain cloud is following me…
Am mopin about wonderin why isn’t anybody falling in love with me…
Maybe tomorrow when the sun shines on me…
Maybe tomorrow when you say you love me…
I will know that life isn’t a big joke being played on me…
Monday, March 27, 2006
Posted by serendipiduous at 10:02 PM
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There are 3 things to remember in life: 1 You waited for the right person to louve you and you will give in its fullest, 2 There are people out there waiting for someone to love them. 3. that this two things 1 & 2 will occur at the right time and at the right place.. dont worry...it will just be on the way.
n.armstrong!
well thank u for thiose kind words...they are always welcome but...but i dont think u got me right...this was not meant to be a lamentation...was supposed to be uplifting...maybe i failed in my endeavour
Penicillium wentii,Penicillium flavatus,E.coli,Aspergillus niger...if i could get my head out of these organism names n my exams,i'd write something nice for u n ur poem n send it to u...anyway,really nice poem..really likedit coz its so short yet so efective.take care,byeeeee
am posting this as ug but actually am POM.n plz allow anonymous comments...u rholding back ur fans from commenting on ur blog.
i meant effective
hey pom...that was such a sweet gesture...welli didnt know that i had disallowed anonymous comments , and now that it has been done dont know how to undo it...:(
Dear Serendipiduous
I need to talk to you.
Please: alexandre@oemissario.com.br
Thankful
Alexandre Miranda de Souza
oouch u actually deletd a comment! hmm musta been a spam comment!!
mm the poem does look like a lament sorta. not exactly crying stff but on the senti side.
and mayb the cloud will weep and shed tears till the time it holds no more. Maybe then it will be as light as the fluffy clouds. and then the wind will play it far upto the horizon.
the golden sun will beam at you and make you smile ...
the heat is here then?
reads wonderful...
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