JOEY NG e-mail
ask me anything
Will you still love me, tomorrow?

When you’re waiting

for him to make the first move any

but you don’t hear a thing.

When you’re wondering
whether he still cares or thinks of you,

but you just can’t

You forget
how it’s supposed to be.

He’s supposed to look at you and

“You’re so pretty.”

He’s supposed to put his arm around you
when you cross the street
on the walk home.

Give you an earnest kiss
goodbye and ask to see you soon.

You forget, and so did he.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on November 16, 2010 at 12:39 am, filed under Love, Writing and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.


  • Alyson

    Wish you posted more often, I miss the way you write.

  • Anonymous

    Thanks, I’ll try. Just getting over the over-sharing whiplash. Me, timid – whoda thunk?