Thursday, Feb. 17, 2005 - 4:56 p.m.
Weep, O You Broken Lovers
So much for the bitch witch.. tts the name we happily bestowed on my fren's landlady..but man wasn't she a misery stinking person tt she will even skin a flea for its worth! Well, my fren is staying at my place now.. She is Minh.. dun think you all have met her.. she is my sec4 partner and sec3 and 4 good fren! Lolx! Sighz!... I miss IJ!
I spent the morning helping her pack at the other place.. hahah another vietname guy her senior also helped.. yeah we were just wondering why he is so nice.. also bought her lunch.. COS HE LIKES HER! but he is a nice guy neway! So thumbs up!
Fourth Day incommunicado! I miss him! I miss him! I'm thinking of him! Sighz! It rained a little while just now! I was quite pissed cos its not supposed to rain for seven days but luckily its short. Thank goodness! But its very humid! I'm practically sweltering here.. sighz! Can u img how he will be like then? =( SIghz.. I wish time will pass faster..HURRY! I miss him like crazy..and thinking of him like crazy! And heres the poem..
Weep, O You Broken Lovers!
by Victoria Neo
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Distant shores where lovers meet,
Blooming youth the flowers keep,
Golden hues of the sun so deep,
Facing out we dare to leap.
The code of heart I gladly yield,
To the naive senses emotions appeal,
Passion unwinds moments until,
My Fate, Your Fate, we solemnly seal.
Yet, darkened angels befell the way,
Insecure minds threatened to stray,
Devious Pride forces each to pay,
Heaven and Hell were all in a day.
Pulsating beats of greying thoughts,
Closing eyes to the other's faults,
Each action taken like drawing lots,
The slate with lines and blurry dots.
Potholes filled with sand so quick,
Ravines with clouds, just take your pick
Earth isn't that far, just a stone's kick
On borrowed time your clocks slowly tick.
Accusations and disbelief,
With aching hearts we take our leave,
Anger, spite with no relief,
Separation which leads to lonesome grief.
When pain erupts and sorrow sinks in,
Blood courses through lines so thin,
Raindrops cry with the moaning wind,
Waves and ice break to link.
The ragged heart begs to be sewn,
Chilling rejections freezes the bone,
Flooding waterfalls crash far below,
Night remains with just one tone.
So now the sand the prints it sweeps,
But the marks left there are just too deep,
The Sandman scatters to bring on sleep,
Slain, not dead, close time to weep.
One wish I pray,
He will always be happy,
To laugh in the sun,
Because I love him.