Sunburnt from soccer at bishan today, for some reasons my hands are burnt yet not my fingers...

Incidently,
Walking back the trail we strolled, under the dim lights of the night sky the other day which was a crating leap of time away which yellowed and dulled with each passing second. That day you were in tears, while i stood beside helpless, i wanted to help, make it all better, and throw it all away, yet i couldn't.. as we strolled the very same path that i walked across today without you, i couldn't help but to feel the gush of grim... i grasped your hand for a second and pulled you to the mist of the park, trying to set you on the swing, if that was something i could do, yet you didn't, we carried on, i watched while we walked, with my fingers drilling into my skin, trying to figure out some ideas to bring back the cheery you, yet i did nothing but to watch your tears dried up and slowly allowing no more tears to flow.. That was something i didn't sign up for, i wanted to dry your tears for you not to let them dry it up by the harsh air..

it seems that i could do alot of things for you
but none that you'll want