Ooook i don't feel like studying. I didnt even study just now too, except for class.
I kinda wrote this in class. Just some random utter that's been going through my chest, my head and each of my heartbeat.

IDK what title shud I give it. hmmm...
it's something abt a book, reveals a story of a girl...yess

A Story Of A Girl

an avid reader,
young, naive and selfish,
changed upon the presence of the book.
He became motivated, always trying to understand,
however, the book revealed little.
His naivity was one, but the story, is another fault to blame.
He began to ask, not people,
but the book so that he will understand.
the book revealed little, but he kept reading each day.
a day without the book,
his mind began to wonder and worry.
He began to care a lot,
but never got anything out of it.
He then sits by the sidelines,
letting the book write its story,
feeling worthless, he wonders,
how will I help this girl,
if she wont tell me anything?

out of reach
a loose grip,
barricaded and so hard to breach.
a heart that never lies,
filled with pain to care,
but just sitting by the sidelines,
feeling helpless,
he can't do anything abt it.

Yes, He was I.

a book,so hard to read
a soul, to be deciphered,
thinking abt it every night,
as i lay in my bed,
thinking, i have to read,
i have to decipher it,
i want to understand,
because if i don't
then i'm not loving it.

the book tends to close,
to barricade itself,
creating a facade by it's cover,
but im trying to break through,
so that i can know more,
more abt that book,
how interesting,
how sad,
how happy,
how intricate things can be,
to be told,
to be solved,
to be shared,
just with me.

a teardrop,
from the book, it fell to the floor,
the story of one,
young and innocent,
however, the cover showed otherwise.
a girl, on a roller-coaster,
smiling and laughing.
why would something so happy shed a tear?
I wiped away that teardrop,
still wet in my hands, i said,
'I'll help you wipe them away,
I'll help bring happiness,
I'll be your listening ear,
I'll read you everyday,
I'll be a punching bag,
an empty cauldron where u can shout into.
I'll be a curse,
a curse for your own benefit,
a care without its own concern.

I took up my own pen,
and started writing,
'She met a boy,
who took her out,
and made her day.'
I whispered,
I'll make you feel alive,
after all the burden you've been through.
That is the only way I can help...
for now.

Ok Until here only. I couldnt think up of anymore, but basically, I think I wrote the message in there already. It should mean this :

There's a girl, who fakes her emotions, a facade. Great attempt but then it's leaking, teardrops falling, dropping, salty and wasted. A boy then comes, who saw her on first impression and thought, lovable. He began to pay attention, seeing her cheerful side but somehow, he sensed a difference in the long run. He knows that the girl keeps to herself a lot. After knowing her for so long, he started to care for her, deeper and deeper. He couldn't take it anymore and decided that he wants to, no, he needs to help. However, he doesn't know how.All he does know is to lend his shoulder. All he knows is how to 'tank' her punches.
He's willing, but the girl ain't. Let's just say that the girl is very independent. She is 'tanking' her own problems. The guy just wants to do what he can, and that is to make her feel happy, alive and kicking in her life. A way of relieving stress. At the same time, he wants to understand her and know the 'real' her. The person as who she is and not what people see her as. People only see the cover, but he wants to read the book.

Ok you should get the idea. IDK why i wrote this in class, IDK why i wrote it here, IDK whether if it's appreciated. u shud know my intentions...yessuu -.-'''


nth else to say, just tired.
1:20am
I gotta sleep...