Last Day Of The Month

I'm practicing with my left-hand to write,
There are so many info on it,
I found out it really work,
Pretty slow too but baby step right?
I'll post them on dayforthedays's blog soon.

I'm listening to some band melodies,
They add me on myspace and I really appreciate it,
When they left me comment,
I see some of them already are famous,
Some still on the journey,
But I bet they will,
Hope to listen to their news someday,
Hope they'll keep in touch too.

I found out The Maine is also like them before,
Wow,
That was amazing then,
So it really works out when you had the dream,
I see The Maine prove them,
But not just The Maine,
There are more out there,
Impressive.

I got up early today at 9:30,
It doesn't even feels right,
It still morning,
I usually see the clock at 11 or 10 in the morning,
Yeah tomorrow school,
So I need to have a perfect nap.

Its been a while I didn't touch book,
I think I will but only add night,
Because I wanna be something for the family,
Maybe a pole or leg of it,
And I wanna create something for my dream,
Then,
I'll step into my dream fantasy.

What should I see early tomorrow,
Does the morning word sounds right,
I guess it doesn't,
It will be too cute for her,
I guess we do it the same way,
From a weird way to a sweet way,
That smile tells everything.

It feels like a month of holiday,
Holy craps I look at the calendar,
Why is time so slow,
And today why is the time too fast?
I don't know,
Maybe sometimes,
I need up something,
But that will be fine,
Because I going back to school.

Preparation are all in the last minute,
Yeah,
It always be that way,
I wonder how limited is the time,
Till we can't appreciate the last,
I guess it doesn't matter,
Because that how the tradition,
Let it be that way,
On the future,
I'll smile when it happens again.

'On my lefty seems working,
My right is the strength of it,
The Chinese says disrespect,
Both come together are special.

I been picturing the time I used to had,
How the holiday is spent,
Tomorrow I'm gonna miss today,
Someday it'll be something out of it,
Maybe now I can lay on it,
But I can trust on it.

Word gives me up a strong hold,
The spirit and soul are even speaking,
Now that even the mirror can speak,
All the way through the sight,
The truth is always been seen,
Avoiding is a lie to the heart.

Its cover in black,
I can a beautiful autumn on it,
The season is going over soon,
I'm gonna miss it someday,
Like how the speed end up,
Without moving at all.

3 letters I wrote on a piece of paper,
All plain white piece of paper,
I'll left a love note under your desk,
The desk on the sense of touch,
Where you can truly understand it,
Even just by the sight.

Trust guides top be something,
Maybe that's how it start,
From you from a trust,
By the weakness it starts on me,
That's how the curse take me on,
Maybe the curse will gone,
When when I have something,
It'll stay permanent,
Until I lost it.

Its the last day of August,
But it isn't the last moth of the year,
Skip me over from September,
I'll capture something out from November,
Let September be the emptiness,
That I won't fill up with anything,
Because I guess I don't wanna fill on,
I'll let it flows wit melody.'

~Liz~