Fourteen years are long enough
All in tears and precious hugs
Idols with watermelon earrings
Listening to her I get a funny feeling
Breaking legs is such a trend
Wishing I was playing on the sand
My fingers bleed from playing strings
Wishing not to play on the streets
The rain comes and goes
When it ended came the stars
The world seems to hate me
Broke my life into shattered pieces
One did something I shall not forget
One used to be my shoulder to cry on
One has always been a whiner and a traitor
And yet, I am one of them
I am who I am that is true
People change but some might not
My day just turned out to be blue
I am Me and you are You
_copyright of valerie djuhari_
1.3.09
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