Blogger Template by Blogcrowds


what can you infer, from the passing glance?
what can you hear, in the passing walk?
what remains in mind, within the passing swift?

like the blur of tailing stare
like whisper of clandestine speak
like silhouette of forgotten memories...

how can i tell if you're there?


they spoke. you spoke. she spoke. he spoke. so when shall i start speaking? the conundrums ready to collapse upon me like rain.

and we're still debating english.



sugar sugar like dainty crystals
honey honey like sticky amber
together gether, i drowned in mum

i dont like the sun. i love the moon. i like seeing the rain on my doorsteps though enjoys the summer wind in my face. i may love you, but may not like you.

hmmms, what-a-to-do?

0 comments:

Newer Post Older Post Home