July 2011
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge
Where there was sharpeed a fake tattoo,
A broken scrawled heart reminds me of you.
Its long gone-as it is near a year-
But that dull cracks still vivid in each glossing tear.
Did a halo grace your soft brown haired head?
Or white feathery wings force my resistance dead?
A shadowy picture is scraped in my brain.
A mystery question seems melodious refrain.
Going and going, like an inky...
“By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest;...”
– Confucius
It is you
in a daze —in a haze.
i still love you.
in the world- it is all one thing.
it is you.
only one thing at all that this world will bring.
it is you.
i hope one day- i won’t feel this way.
beacuse even though you were the one, you disapeared one day.
in all of my dreams, there is just one man-
and it is you.
as much as i’d like to say ‘i don’t give a...
