(The Girl's Perspective)
No one carries my bag for me
That’s ok, I could do it myself.
No one walks me home after school
I don’t care, I could go alone.
No one texts me every night ‘I love you’
That’s fine, my friends chat with me on FB.
No one calls me every now and then
It’s alright, I know dad cares.
No one locks me to him on FFS
Anyway, it’s just a game.
No one dedicates sweet songs for me
It’s because I create sweeter songs and melodies.
No one gives me a card every month.
No chocolates and flowers every weekend.
No light kisses on my lips.
No holding hands on dates.
No one keeps me from checking other dudes
I think that’s cool.
No one tells me which clothes to choose
I am my own boss.
No one keeps me out all night
And my dad loves me for that;
No one’s on top of my books
That’s why mom’s very proud
No one hold me tight inside the crowd
And you could see that I am clean.
No one makes me cry and frown
That’s why my skin is really clear.
No one gives me heartache and pain.
No one keeps me from my dreams.
No one distractingly lingers my head.
No reason to shed my tears.
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(The Guy's Perspective)
I couldn’t carry her bag anymore
That’s okay; I have my own stuff to carry
No one to accompany after school
I don’t care; I have friends to walk with.
I don’t text anyone ‘I love you’
That’s fine; I have my own text clan.
I don’t call anyone every now and then
It’s alright; I have a lot of free time.
I get tired of playing FFS
Anyway, it’s just a stupid game.
No sweet songs to dedicate to anyone
Who cares about love songs anyway?
I don’t need to buy cards every month
Chocolates and flowers kill my allowance
No one to kiss using my tender soft lips
Mom presses her lips on my cheeks instead
I can always fool around with pretty girls anytime
Well, I think that’s cool.
No one tells me I have bad taste in clothes
That’s why I am the boss.
No reason to stay awake all night
Except playing SF ‘til dawn
No one’s on top of my books
That’s why my parents were very proud
I don’t protect anyone in the crowd
So I just protect myself from getting dirty.
I don’t even give heartache and pain
That’s why I don’t feel guilty.
But I still feel that I’m incomplete
And tears are running on my cheeks.
So please let me say this to you
For the last time, ‘I Love You’.
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(The Girl's Perpective)
by Darlene Pineda
published in Ezuthyl: Memoirs of Toshiro
- The Literary Folio of the New Lighthouse | 2009
(The Guy's Perpective)
by James John L. Andres
published in Ezuthyl: Waiting for the right moment to come
- The Literary Folio of the New Lighthouse | 2010
