Our English professor read to us this poem. She asked for a volunteer to read it to class again, and I wanted to but I didn't, lest my voice breaks and someone figures out what it means to me. But I'm posting it anyway :3
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Seven Years, Later, Driving Home by Justine U. Camacho
It is impossible to fall in love again for the first time The first blush, the heart quickening, racing madly with a secret these things happen only once Yesterday, in the car, only half-listening to a song, I remembered. And in my mind, I turned around. If I had known that I would never see you again. If I had known that afternoon in August, I would have stayed rooted there. Watching you. Nineteen yet and dreamy. I felt the years deaden me, one by one. And all the headlamps around me blurred. It was so sweet, even to feel that wound again.
i talk like this 'coz i can back it up he walks like this 'coz he can back it up we got big egos! <3
04.19.90 - 4'11" - 102lbs -
- MC/J&K Int'l/DLS-CSB CA/HRM/MusicProd
- performer.writer.lyricist.artist.
- MUSIC.soccer.ichigo.kitties.aminals.photos.
- s.korea.alaska.hongkong.taiwan.philippines.
- crazy.sassy.trippy.ADHD.natural high.
- i'm sorry for treating you like this. i can't help it. i'm just crazy. but i DO love you. you make me want to be a better person. ^_^
- failing is learning. never say never. <3
here.nomakeup.idon'tmind.:)