.. i dreamt of yesterday. :)

yesterday.

i dream of yesterday
when you and i were still young,
yesterday when you and i
were yet to know what's to come..
yesterday when all you saw
was me and i , you,
yesterday when we made
fairy tales come true.
yesterday when i was your princess,
and you were my knight,
yesterday when we rode our magic carpet
under the moonlit night..
yesterday when we sat on shore
and watched the sea,
yesterday when we found
what's between you and me..
but the sun set
and the moon rose..
that's how it works,
every day goes..
we never noticed yesterday
come to an end,
sadly,we grew old
and apart we drifted..
if only i knew
this is what was to become,
how i wish
today has never come..
today, i can now only dream
of me and you,
today when fairy tales
are no longer true..
today when yesterday
is now only a memory..
a memory that shall forever
be kept within me..
yet i know yesterday
must be let go..
and i can now only hope
for a better tomorrow..
tomorrow when today's dream
can possibly come true..
and today,my only dream
is yesterday's me and you..

> november 19,2006 <

-- here's another mish-terpiece from my old blog.oh, can you feel the pain? i can. haha.
who knew i had a poetic streak in me somewhere in the back of my mind? LOL. i've always loved to write. poems, though, don't just come out from me that much. i just wake up one day and they're in my head. i guess it's just something that comes out when you're inspired. it's been a while since i've been so struck so strongly by inspiration. i haven't been moved to write poetry lately. i haven't been moved to write poetry in the last three years. partly because i just never felt like it and mainly because i've so caught up with other things these days.
it's kind of sad to think about it, really. people tend to do less the things they are passionate about. maybe that's why people never seem to be contented. maybe that's why the world seems to be so unhappy. men and women strive for material things, for money, for glory and other things that they forget about the things that they love. they worry so much about pleasing other people and meeting their expectations that they forget to satisfy their own pleasures.

so go ahead. shut down your laptop (after reading this, that is.ü). grab a pen and paper and write poetry the oldfashioned way. or if that ain't your thing, turn on beatbox, jump up and dance. or go get the karaoke working and sing your heart out.
be inspired. just go. while you can.ü