Memories Left Remembered
--Hannah Grace Mesde 02/07/2010
Once in my life, there was a somebody
Who came and tried to make me happy
There was this man whom I value much
More than a friend, more than of being my bordx
You proved to me that life is worth living
You taught me how to sing life sucking songs
You showed me how to be good though they’re not
You told me that forever I’ll be your bordx
Now you’re gone, I don’t know if things will be okay
If I’ll be better and if I’ll can
The promises we left for each other
The things we thought we could be someday
It would be painful to accept the reality
But I have to, Just a thing here after
I know a man whom I could call my hero.
I know a man whom I could call my bordx.
Things started to make sense when I realized there’s something wrong
Definitely, that was when I tried to hide the reality
Ever since, I knew it’s not all about love, it’s all about friendship
A friendship worth keeping and worth paying
For that little number of years that we’ve shared
I have lots of memories to be kept
From the first time I saw you at the 3rd yr’s corridor
Till the last time I saw you without even recognizing me
I still remember how everything had started
And this painful tragedy ended it
When I care for your grades more than mine
Writing your assignments and quizzes
Being with you and having music jam
Sharing your love problems and heartaches
These are just some of the things I missed after High School Days
But time goes on, when we both enter the door of College Life
We knew that we’re the same bordx that had begun
We see each other at the Bahaghari Shop and at Wolmart
It seems nothing has changed
Until one day, I had noticed the distance between us
The friendship is starting to have gaps
I had neglected that I still have my bordx
And you also do.
I missed those times you always bully me
I hate those times that I have to hide the reality to make things better
And lastly, I loved those times you showed me that I am your bordx
You would always be my life’s greatest bordx. (T.T)
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