Wolves

Throw me to the wolves
I dare you.
You sought to hurt me
throwing me to them
expecting them to hurt me
I bet you never knew
that they come running
when I call


j.h

M

We've drifted apart, have you noticed?

It is mainly your own fault
but I do not blame you
you had your reasons to leave
and I just didn't keep touch.
you left me alone, forgotten, buddy
I understand I do, it's just . . .
am I not fun enough anymore?
Maybe I realized you'll always leave
I mean you never stayed long

Maybe one day, if given chances
we will be good friends again

j.h

V

Silent, observant, will always be there
Small smirks, inside jokes, quiet humor
Somehow unable to open her locker
She is very much a snake :)
(I promise, a snake is good)
Strong support is what she gives
Sly and cunning, a best friend

She'll browse through reading my stuff
and she never seems to comment

j.h

Caught in the rain

My favorite memory of you
Is when we got
Caught in the rain
well we weren't actually
caught in the rain
but it was raining and
I was standing outside your house
waiting for my parents to get me
you stood out there with me
keeping me company
sure we were on your porch
and we weren't getting soaked
but it still had the cliche-drama
feeling was there as we stood
out in the rain
so I've never been caught in the rain
but because of you standing out
there with me
I won't ever have to be
caught out in the rain

j.h

My favorite colour is PINK!

You were a brave little things
in kindergarten
you always did the things
no one expected
like having your favorite colour of pink

Oh you were so cool!
I remember when you so bravely told everyone
in the sharing circle that
"wo zui xihuan de yanse shi fenhongse!"

I think that's when my little mind went
"yes, yes he is the one for me"
all because you favorite colour was pink

of course it was meant to be
as my favorite was also the
beautiful shade of pink, pink pink

and that's all I remember of you, Vincent
my kindergarten love
who in turn loved pink

j.h

Not the Romantic Kind

Dear A,
Please don't freak out on me
But . . . I think I love you
Not like the romantic kind
you weirdo
The kind of love that is
reserved just for best friends
I love how you get so excited
about something
you just have to share it
or when your excitement
gets the better of you
so you dance
the kind of crazy dance
you do in your seat
I love how you care so deeply
so deeply in fact that you'll try
EVERYTHING to cheer us up
even if it means to make a fool of yourself
how the HECK are you so caring?
I love . . .
how you know how each one of us tick
so you know just what do to
to make our boo boo's go away
I love it when you stare all dead-pan
at a teacher trying to understand
the importance of the assignment
and still not getting it
Anyway . . . please don't freak out on me
But I think I love you
Your BFF

P.S.
Well, maybe . . . I do love you . . . like the romantic kind of love :0

j.h