Writing is a way to cleanse my soul..it gives wings to me when life is all set to clip them. When the little tiny wires inside of this little sphere called my head fire up and make all sorts of funny noises, I know it is time to let go of a little steam. Hopefully, this blog will help me rekindle what was me and mine. Keep reading or not, I write for myself alone these days. :)
22/09/2006
a journal
Of every word that you wrote.
I spent my life dwelling on what they meant.
And when i came to the last page.
I was already in my death-bed.
You had meant so much to me.
The pages were yellow and withered.
Your writing was faint and grey.
I will join you very soon my darling,
Soon we'll fly in heaven together.
With a simple tear, I left this world.
And on the journal, On every single page.
There was only one poem.
"Time will fly fast, But our love would last forever"
I'm sure with every passing day, we will grow closer
And I will never miss my chance to tell you all that I want to.
Whether in heaven or hell.
We would be binded together forever.
Just like this journal.
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2 comments:
i got weird idea after readin this poem...nd i wont tel u wat..coz they r really stupid.newayz this cals for a 7 nd a party.
no ideas r stupid n after having read my stupid poems u might as wel hav realised atlist THT much eh???
nt 2 worry im gonna weasel it outta u
:D
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