i wish i know u.the real you.
beneath the pearls,the gold and the makeup. the real you.
remove the power suit,the pda,the business cards.
the strong front,the stern smile,thats only a part of you.
i want you to love,like you have never been hurt before.
i wanna know you, the real you.
the little girl in you.
a perfect world
Theirs was a perfect world. He, a rock and roller, a slacker to the material world. She, a bigwig in a corporate world, an up and coming lizard up the business ladder.
Lilies in a JD bottle, by the window in the sun. Blooms by the bed, in a harsh world that has no time or place to care for flowers or tears. Ashtray filled to the brim, with their constant late night debates about the world. He loves her dearly, she loves his mind too.
She works 9 to 9, if sheÂ’s lucky and does not have to entertain sleazy slimeballs of the money world. Sits in front of the computer screen watching the world flies by. He takes up odd jobs odd hours, everything that he can. Paints, writes and giving speeches in schools, mostly about the arts. Theirs was a perfect world.
They share their life stories; their dreams and aspiration. She tells him that sheÂ’s tired of the money chase, the rat race; sheÂ’s never open up her heart like this to anyone. He tells her that he has found happiness, to live and let live. To be contended with oneself. Finally someone who understands. Theirs was a perfect world.
One night she came home to find her favorite dishes lay out on the table, with a bottle of her favorite wine, chilled and ready to be serve. He went to the supermarket early this morning. Rose petals covered the entire dining hall. Warm water with aroma essence running in the bath. She knows that the entire setup must have cost him this weekÂ’s pay, but more importantly, he must have spent hours getting everything together. She loved it and hated it both at the same time. She felt that something was wrong but just could not put a finger to it. Something was just not what she wanted. Today is the day he moved in with her, a month ago. Theirs was a perfect world.
He walks out 3 days later, under a moonless night. Dragging his heart under the soles of his worn out shoes. Under the soul of crying dreams. She stared at the wilted flowers in the bourbon bottle and cried for days and nights. Her ashtray once filled, now seem half-empty. Theirs was a perfect world.
time II
do u have the time?to pick up the phone to say hi?
do u have the time,to give me one last kiss goodbye?