• Happiest Memory

    I am 16 today, on this rainy May Day.

    Over to grandmas for party and presents.

    See the smiling faces and the colorful presents.

    Smell the hot wax burning and the smell of chocolate cake.

    See the reflection of the light on the shinny new guitar.

    Hear the singing of happy birthday, and the wooing and awing.

    Yet as happy as i was that day my sprits were still crushed.

    As i saw my father and his girlfriend playing footsy in the corner.

    You only become 16 once and he didn't see me at all that day, he didn't even drive me home.

    That just goes to show you that even the happiest memory can be broken...