Your words, sharp like dagger, | 1 |
Pierced through my heart. | 2 |
Your rage, so powerful, | 3 |
Ripped it open. | 4 |
Bleeding over old scars it had been, | 5 |
waiting to be healed but never. | 6 |
"Lub-dub, lub-dub" | 7 |
Today, | 8 |
it beats no more, | 9 |
bleeds no more. | 10 |
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
last beat for you
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Sakuras
along the dimly-lit street, | 1 |
on both sides a stand of sakuras, | 2 |
gazillion petals opened to greet new lovers- | 3 |
Blushed were the stars, | 4 |
Who hid among soft clouds, | 5 |
Who whispered curiously, blowing sakuras, | 6 |
And made them dropped like weightless pearls, | 7 |
Onto the naked path where our shadows fell. | 8 |
Oh how beautiful, how sweet. | 9 |
It was a year ago, I thought, | 10 |
All left is a string of pearls I try to hold back. | 11 |
No more sakuras, tonight- | 12 |
Monday, February 14, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Kissing Onion
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