Title: Those Fridays

*I think I included some lines from my first poem ^_^

It all started one friday afternoon
I hurriedly ran down the staircase of the high school department
It was a normal day
Just like any other
but as I took one more step forward
I saw a friend of mine
guitar clutched on her right hand
and guitar chord sheets on the floor
Before I knew it we were singing together
turns out this was supposed to be a secret of hers
so we kept it that way
later on I brought my dad's guitar
and on fridays when we were free
we met up at the same place,
sometimes somewhere different for a change,
and we sang to our hearts content at the strumming of each chord
the things that we couldn't say
things that we  usually wouldn't say
things we wanted to say
and sometimes things that only we could say
Every song opened a different world
and each time ,music would ask our emotions to dance with him
sadness learned to cry harder than usual
happiness had a smile that reached all the way to her ears
dissapointment uncovered some things she had left behind
and anger silently released her rants
Sometimes it wasn't just about expression
sometimes it was just for the fun of imagination
we would be Juliet in the blink of an eye
asking Romeo to take us somewhere we could be alone
then eventually we were even rolling in the deep
and found ourselves comparing short skirts to T-shirts
and high heels to sneakers
Those were the nights I stayed a bit longer at school.
as I sang with my friend
I watched a tall figure play basketball in the quadrangle
as the coolness settled in and the dark curtains of the night fell
maybe it's because he already liked someone else
maybe it's because I thought she was so much better
but  4 chords became magical to me
Out of these 4 chords, a whole 8 songs were born
4 dedicated to Mr. tall guy,
and a complementary 4 dedicated to Mr. always beside me
My friend and I shared countless joys, tears and probably a mixture of both during those days
Those fridays when I learned that using a pick wasn't all that easy
once you've gotten used to strumming with your thumb
and that using your dad's guitar made it so difficult to reach the frets
we learned that when you like someone,
just because you care more doesn't make you first pick
other times only you are looking
and sometimes he can't see you because he's looking at the opposite direction
When you can't say what you want to
might as well sing it
then maybe, just maybe, your voice may not be heard by the one you intended
but someone else heard it, and will make things work for you in His own time and in His own way
I found out that which was beautiful is sometimes hidden,
like my friend playing her guitar
That if you wanted to see the pearl, you had to open the oyster first
I learned that the girl in the mirror may not have what he could have wanted
but she does have something,
and only the person with right set of glasses
will be able to read between the lines
God brings people to you when you least expect it
and believe me, His surprises will surpass your expectations  
Those fridays will always remain in my heart
and I'm hoping to have more of them in the years to come