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Friday, October 28, 2005

Tuli with a storm in her eyes and she didn't know why. Tuli with her toes all tied up and she didn't know why. and she didn't know why she got all dolled up for a suicide. is it too late to tell you that i don't mind?

when the stage lights dim and the shy girl sing, you will fall in silence and no one will hear you land. cos you'll be here with me, we'll be counting the sand between our toes and you will know the crescent moon is just a thorn in your side. that the laughter you held in, is the swell in my throat as i tried not to cry.

Tuli with her mom in her heart and she didn't know why. your mom was proud though you never did knew; you were too busy playing sad.
your ma she tucked a flower behind your ear when you were hated by your old dad. you weren't pretty like Juli or smart like Razak. but she knows. your mom wears her heart on her wrist like you always did.
now you don't know why you got all choked up when you said goodbye.
is it too late to tell you that i don't mind?

when your dad's garden die and your mom's heart drift like a fallen leaf, you will fall in silence and no one will here you land. cos you'll be here with me, we will count the pieces of hearts you broke when you were alive. then we will gather them and make a portrait of your dear mom. won't we, Tuli?

Tuli with her tears all dried up and she didn't know why. she skipped along on time and tripped on a consequence. and she didn't know why she was unpretty and filthy with her best friend's blood. cos she lived alone above all these years waiting for a Juliet.
is it too late to tell you that i don't mind?

Tuli, i'm saying goodbye cos you are too much. when you fall and you land with a bang, i won't be there to stall, your imminent doom cos of your 'see u soons' but you never came. you left everyone and you let it be known that it's all a game.
is it still too late to tell you that i don't mind?

when the waterfalls tire when the clouds are set on fire, you will still be there. cos Tuli, you're the only one who never dared, to play in the sun and say goodbye with a broken heart. and Tuli, i won't be there then.
but is it too late to tell you that i didn't mind?
Posted by NHJ 10/28/2005 02:39:00 pm