Listen carefully to the unsaid things.
See my smile and think ‘cute’
See my body and think ‘not bad’
Listen to what I do and think ‘smart’
As the night is fading
See my eyes change.
Think ‘naughty’
As the music is harder
See my moves
See me kissing you
And then the other guy on the next table
You don’t know what to think anymore
Are you disappointed now?
Listen to a story
“It was a Friday night after a super fun karaoke. We ended up in our favorite rock bar. Everyone around me was kissing. I walked to the next table. He said to his friend “kita, kita” (i.e she came, she came). He thought I did not understand but I loved knowing that they had been talking about me. So I talked to his friends but my eyes were fixed on him. I had made my decision that out of three of them, he was the one I want to kiss that night. And I love testing myself. Okay, then, I asked for his cigarettes, he handed me one, lit it for me, and even gave me his glass of beer. He started kissing my hand and his friend laughed and moved away. I sat next to him and we kissed without saying many before that. He cycled me home but we did not go far. The next morning I told him I have to go somewhere early and showed him where to take the bus home. It was not until hours after, that I realized; damn.., he was super handsome. The V shaped body, strong arms and cute smile…”
Listen to another story.
“It was a Friday night after a super fun karaoke. We ended up in our favorite rock bar. Everyone around me was kissing. I walked to the next table. He said to his friend “kita, kita” (i.e she came, she came). He had black painter’s hat, black shirt and silver necklace. His smile was amazing. We ended up kissing but he also continued taking care of his friend who was too drunk to be in the bar. Finally he left earlier. I missed him a bit but had no trouble chatting around with other friends too. We went to eat ramen believing that the grease will absorb the alcohol in our blood. And…guess who came back? He came back, ate half of my ramen but paid for the full portion, and cycled me home. I told him it’s too far to cycle, but he insisted. He also said we don’t need to do anything that I don’t feel like doing. I said thanks. He needed the air conditioner but I was freezing. He wrapped his body around me and we fell asleep. The next day I kissed him good morning and we walked to the bus station talking about school, job and sports. We gave one last grateful smile and waved goodbye..”
Yet when I tell only one, you’ll judge differently.
Listen carefully to the unsaid things before you think you are better.
*be the love generation..*
I don’t judge, but I still cannot listen to the unsaid things you want to say.
Koko said this on October 9, 2007 at 3:05 am