Be mine, I've been yours
You asked me once
but I ignored
In fear of senseless trickery
to be the jokes epitome
I turned my face so you won't see
The blush envelop on my cheek
It's hard to hid this foolish glee
When you spoke ever so softly
of promises so treacherous
A fickle heart forced to contest
Between the space of here and later
Hangs a heart by twice used strings
The Skinny
- Jie Hua
- Detroit, Mi
- I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.
1 comment:
aww that was lovely!
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