Where do you carry your heart?
I can see the paths of our intertwine,
the warmth of your palms that reached mine.
Blurred visions and painted faces,
I don't even know what i'm doing here.
Where do you carry my heart?
Atmospheric spheres,
hazing the late tears.
I sing to you with love,
but my heart is worn with fear.
Where do we carry our hearts?
Monday, June 14, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
save a prayer to the morning after
Tidying gives me air.
But i was a tad bit lazy,
so i started with -
my entire laptop.
xoxo
Thursday, April 29, 2010
secret is that
no one can be trusted.
secret it that everyone
wishes to be someone esle,
and to be with someone else.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
bored out of my wits
And so i couldn't take it,
all the bad late nights,
and late late mornings.
In fact - not exactly mornings.
I have this surge of energy within myself,
and i know i have a million things i've yet done,
yet there's a million more that i want to get done.
Why?
Monday, March 1, 2010
Erasing history.
I feel the need to close my previous xanga blog,
but whenever i look back i pause and quiver that little.
Wondering whether I'm closing the only door available to reach history.
- -
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
cold feet
We've both have been in this long enough,
enduring melodramatic squabbles,
racing heartbeats and suicidal attempts.
Silly it sounds - but true.
Wicked it is that relationships torment us,
it breaks my heart to carry on fighting,
wanting everything to be so righteous -
cos reality is abstract and cloudy.
It's so hard to say you're wrong,
it's so hard to swallow that ego.
Two hearts beating, in love, but hurt.
They say time heals all wounds.
Please heal us soon.
xoxo.
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