Welcome anxious longings and sense of vacancies, adieu to late nights and sleeping with you.
When stars illume the skies, pangs of desire drag me through these miss you nights.
These miss you nights are the longest, but each break of dawn is a day closer to the next time I see you.
A lonely me, a lonely you, a cloud in my heart, a haze in your mind.
Till we savour the delight of presence, my amorous heart shall pant for you.

I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
~Amy Lowell, "The Letter"
4 comments:
no wonder you have nothing to blog about.
fret not you have your beary friend to crap with?
MOI! lol. =) cheeries.
Haha. Suddenly in that 'mood' for disgusting mushy poems!
Reading it again makes me puke. Never knew i had such flair. Lol.
I miss my sis la. She's full of shit and now i miss it.
miss me too?
I miss fuglies.. i miss the class.. i miss ATTACHMENT.. i miss hema-mama.. clara mok and all.. i do think of LSD at times..
I cant wait for prom, to see all of you again!
:(
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