It had begun
the month of pearl and moon
my rainy face fronts
the slow and lonely june
for the record
my day was the best of worst
if its not fight, its flood
and tear from my eye in burst
my 19th year in earth
and I know it won't break the streak
from my very life since birth
my day's been unpleasant, dull and sick
beside me was a beer
red wild and best strengthed
thinking teenage confusion's still clear
i'm nobody and nobody to be sentimented
today's a gin with some coffee mix
the name of conan's best opponent
who knows if alcohol might ever fix
one's heart and soul that's torn in fragment
No, don't call it happy birthday
supposedly yes, apparently no
my failures kept me hanging in dismay
especially the things I should let go
would I listen again
to the low piano keys and tune
that brings me back the ball-and-chain
of slow and lonely june
Oh, this year was in full surprise
especially my first greeter that pulled my smile
and my party animal friends who are clowns in disguise
really, thank you all! it worth your while
I'm glad that the monster in streak was pawned
I shot him with my friends via 'Laugter-and-bond' gun
and I've learned that happiness was from our own
and we're ought to make it. Not ask for one.
/// Written from June 1, 2012 to June 23, 2012.
/// Regards to my friends who attended my birthday
/// And of course, the greeters. :D
/// Cheers!
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