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Thursday, July 06, 2006

Depressed


My dear angel of mine,

Its been sometime.

Much had been sown,

but what i wanted badly wasn't reaped.

Yes, its unconditional and it still is,

but sinless it was to desire.

You're unexpected,

as if you arn't.

But what comes into my mind wasn't you,

it is our future.

Future? Why not beyond that?

Because its pointless since there's no future.

It takes two hands to clap.

Wished to spare half my hand for you,

just to fulfill the criteria.

At least there'll be a tick.

A small and weak tick,

yet critical.

It may be done through sacrification.

Why must you make the experience so harsh?

Goodness i have my halo,

to morph the 'abuse'.

My! What had i done,

Should they be called achievements?

Yes- I'm proud of it.

They are sill my bearers of hope,

though you had shattered it.

I can't believe it!

What's done was done,

What's love was loved.


Hung Up @ 7:12 pm

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