At first I laughed,
no other means of escape.
The front was essential,
I clung on to the masquerade.
Then,
I couldn't speak,
too much to bear.
Drew in,
felt meek,
those paper hearts tear.
Tears fell,
down trembling lips.
Today,
it rained.
I'll be okay.
It has no title. Someone do the honours? Anybody? Ha. Somehow I like poems with a choppy feel. More broken, more poignant. Hello Zhonghua, why didn't you let me take Lit?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Untitled.