Lady

Days has passed,
Since we last texted,
I am still sitting here,
Wonder if you cared.

It's mental torture,
Just to think of what you did,
All the sacrifices I made,
Extending more than just my hand.

I let you be ahead,
To think that you're the best,
Lady, sometimes, you're just no good,
And so I had to make it work.

I care not if you stole my prime,
I care not if you had all my friends,
I care not if you have the best of men,
And I care not if you burn my heart...

But lady, you ought you learn,
You're not always right,
Admit your fault please do,
Sorry is to be said, not to be asked.

If you're not guilty,
Then I guess I was,
Sensitive perhaps,
Or age catching up.

I am still sitting here,
Your first impression clearly in mind,
Indeed it lasted and continue to behold,
That huge pride and vain in your blood....

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Girlfriend

Why have you changed?
Why is there no time for us?
Why has every little thing became so hard?
Why has time overturn our 8-yr friendship?

What have I done,
In ways to cause this wreck?
What have I done,
To do no wrong but guilty nonetheless?

I wondered if my silence is the cause,
Of all this miscommunication and what not,
I wondered if our common understanding,
Has just turn out to differ so much in silence...

In silence I wonder,
If I should say sorry,
For the wrong you did,
And forget what's done...

But that'd bruise my heart,
For the much unhapiness caused,
But if I let this go and not look back,
I know I'll miss you and our friendship.

But I can't hold this anymore,
You have caused much sufferings,
All because of your ego and pride,
You ain't willing to let me be ahead...

This friendship has soured,
I know not how to mend,
I know not if I should patch it,
For I know not what it means to you....

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Lover or keepsake?

What should I do....
When time calls my name....
Where should I head to...
When all calls me mean...

Is it mean if I care?
Is it mean if I think?
Is it mean to look far?
Or is it mean to just be me?

Who should I call...
When my heart fall...
How should I express...
My feelings so depressed...

Am I yours to love,
Or am I yours to please,
Am I your lover,
Or am I just for keepsake?

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts