Perhaps not many people will understand what I am going to write but I know somehow somewhere some sweeties will understand this =)
I will start my opening just as how i had it posted before ^^
22April - 21may = 30 days
22may - 20june = 30 days
21june - 2 july = 12 days
72 days~~~ not even 100 days...
yet we have known a little bit about one another become friends; gift one another surprises; shared our happiness divided our sorrows.
I suppose this 72 days of my time have been wonderful...sincerely wonderful!
This is indeed what's known as Fate (缘分)
This poem is actually inspired by all of you, I'm sorry it sound this way...maybe it is not as bad as it sounds to be. I really am Happy to have known all of you *smile
(untitled)
when i had you i felt acceptance
a sense of warmth by your appearance
and there's no need to utter a single sentence
for all i need is only your presence
we have fight, we have squabble
initiate one another to feel so troubled
yet the bond we share is unbreakable
by words which only cost a few syllable
now that our paths no longer cross
loneliness grace my heart with morose
wondering how could I ever dispose
these estranged feelings into a comatose
Perhaps it still needs a few stanzas to end it...but right now this is what I am feeling.
I will start my opening just as how i had it posted before ^^
22April - 21may = 30 days
22may - 20june = 30 days
21june - 2 july = 12 days
72 days~~~ not even 100 days...
yet we have known a little bit about one another become friends; gift one another surprises; shared our happiness divided our sorrows.
I suppose this 72 days of my time have been wonderful...sincerely wonderful!
This is indeed what's known as Fate (缘分)
This poem is actually inspired by all of you, I'm sorry it sound this way...maybe it is not as bad as it sounds to be. I really am Happy to have known all of you *smile
(untitled)
when i had you i felt acceptance
a sense of warmth by your appearance
and there's no need to utter a single sentence
for all i need is only your presence
we have fight, we have squabble
initiate one another to feel so troubled
yet the bond we share is unbreakable
by words which only cost a few syllable
now that our paths no longer cross
loneliness grace my heart with morose
wondering how could I ever dispose
these estranged feelings into a comatose
Perhaps it still needs a few stanzas to end it...but right now this is what I am feeling.
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