This has been a sudden
to know or not knowing
neither is pleasant I think.
I will never be prepared.
I thought I'll never shed any tears,
even the tears feel desperate,
making my body surprise of it existence.
Such a shame,there's no proper farewell.
We both have given something
and accepted each other presence,
either good or bad.
Now,you've given me and all of us your last present.
Farewell.
Saturday, 22 August 2015
Wednesday, 12 August 2015
Daisy
Voices whispering,
along with the winds,
Listening,hurting,
halting the teary eyes.
Patches heart,
never mind the wounds,
Another part,
of life,eventually dies.
Let us live,
without regrets,
we will see,
blooming beauty,it will give.
It is not easy,
countless stabbing of emotion,
Bloom like a daisy,
and let the past stay hidden.
along with the winds,
Listening,hurting,
halting the teary eyes.
Patches heart,
never mind the wounds,
Another part,
of life,eventually dies.
Let us live,
without regrets,
we will see,
blooming beauty,it will give.
It is not easy,
countless stabbing of emotion,
Bloom like a daisy,
and let the past stay hidden.
Sunday, 2 August 2015
Close and Weave
The weight that tugs on my chest,
the constant replay of boring and dragging songs in my head is sucking my breaths and sanity.
They whisper me lullabies while pricking on my eyes.
Close your eyes, don't close them.
Weave your dreams, don't weave them.
The faint ache in my temples ties my head up in a knot,
the uncomfortable positions on the bed,
the striking fluorescent light,
...
Close your eyes, don't close them.
Weave your dreams, don't weave them.
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