I wish I’m like you,
Confident and strong.
I wish I was stronger,
So I could live on my own.
Others might think I’m strong,
But sometimes I’m not.
And perhaps all I want
Is someone stronger to protect me,
Or I don’t want no one at all.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
I wish I’m like you,
Confident and strong.
I wish I was stronger,
So I could live on my own.
Others might think I’m strong,
But sometimes I’m not.
And perhaps all I want
Is someone stronger to protect me,
Or I don’t want no one at all.
Red, orange and yellow –
Whenever he appears, it’s no longer mellow.
Green, blue, purple and pink –
He’s the reason her face beams.
Vanishes gradually,
And reappears suddenly,
He’s a rainbow she doesn’t see usually.
Can’t hold on indefinitely,
She admires and memorises his beauty.