tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73775049318155032552024-03-22T00:52:50.509+08:00Site-of-mindA blog of poems and poetry written based on random, unexpected thoughts... sort of. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-31175227515779935332015-10-22T00:12:00.001+08:002015-10-22T00:12:44.550+08:00Literate <div>I can't see </div><div>What's written </div><div>between the lines. </div><div><br></div><div>I think I'd knew enough </div><div>Then I realised </div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif, sans-serif;">These clues are fuzzy </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif, sans-serif;">Or maybe </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif, sans-serif;">Just maybe </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif, sans-serif;">I'm not literate enough. </span></div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-31347515801076464432015-10-20T00:15:00.001+08:002015-10-20T00:17:54.780+08:00Be good <div>
I was bred good. </div>
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Talk good. </div>
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Do good. </div>
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Walk good. </div>
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Then somehow, </div>
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I wandered off, </div>
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Got lost, </div>
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Almost, astray. </div>
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I ignored the light,</div>
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To take me home. </div>
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As if I was freed. </div>
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Almost thought, </div>
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I can never be good. </div>
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Can never do good. </div>
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Can never walk good. </div>
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Sometimes, I thought, </div>
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I don't wanna be good. </div>
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Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-86193131378355618192015-05-03T00:20:00.000+08:002015-05-03T00:21:03.263+08:00Kill me with your words <div><span>Words </span></div><div><span>Simply could wound me </span></div><div><span>kill me </span></div><div><span>Weaken this soul</span></div><div><span>Of never to expect </span></div><div><span>Nor hope too big. </span></div><div><span><br></span></div><div><span>I would never spit words </span></div><div><span>That I could never swallow. </span></div><div><span>I'm bad. </span></div><div><span>I'm weak. </span></div><div><span>Unjust. </span></div><div><span>Please, </span></div><div><span>Nor you or I could change anything </span></div><div><span>Or maybe </span></div><div><span>Would change anything. </span></div><div><span><br></span></div><div><span><br></span></div><div><span><br></span></div><div><span><br></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-1650203841270869892015-04-14T00:23:00.001+08:002015-04-14T00:23:41.654+08:00One Line at a Time <div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I used to be a fool for</div><div>Opening my thoughts </div><div>On the stream </div><div>Where everyone, </div><div>Literally </div><div>Pours our heart </div><div>Mind </div><div>And desires. </div><div><br></div><div>It got me addicted. </div><div>Torn apart. </div><div>Knitted. </div><div><br></div><div>Now I only read </div><div>See</div><div>Sometimes think </div><div>While inking this page </div><div>One line at a time </div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-2670016087716565802015-04-09T23:49:00.001+08:002015-10-20T00:17:05.433+08:00Unfold <div>
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We are saturated </div>
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Into the same form of foam</div>
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Soft, fragile, </div>
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To time and distance. </div>
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Time would be jerk</div>
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Distance would injure and kill</div>
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Let's get ahead </div>
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Pass the steps into this </div>
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Continuum. </div>
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Make this way together. </div>
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Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-15047713796226038802015-04-09T00:38:00.001+08:002015-04-09T00:38:27.041+08:00Things that I want <div>There will be the moment, </div><div>Where I hope and pray, </div><div>Through the sky and the wind, </div><div>To take me where I belong, </div><div>To you. </div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">There will be the moment, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Where I, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">would proudly tell, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Our stories to</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">sons and daughters,. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">There will be the moment, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Where I, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Would proudly proclaim, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">To friends and acquaintances, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">That you; </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">My better half. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-26261056291869732762015-03-17T23:06:00.000+08:002015-03-17T23:07:00.944+08:00Through the night sky <div><span>Please , </span></div><div><span>Let me breathe, </span></div><div><span>Within your sweet scent, </span></div><div><span>I would surely long, </span></div><div><span>The tightness of this touch. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"></span></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-18499934639488300652015-01-25T23:18:00.001+08:002015-01-25T23:18:51.624+08:00Allow Me <div><br></div><div>I'm standing between chances,</div><div>Of letting you know </div><div>That I'm exist. </div><div> </div><div>A step took me through, </div><div>Made it to the platform, </div><div>Where I stand in front of you </div><div>Asking- </div><div>For you to love me </div><div>Once more </div><div>Because the love had never fade. </div><div><br></div><div>Allow me to be with you</div><div>In your deepest sorrow</div><div>In between your cheers and smiles </div><div>In your time that ticks away</div><div>In your dreams that future holds.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-13718504703886924852015-01-15T23:26:00.001+08:002015-01-15T23:26:40.026+08:00Kingdom <div>Kingdom </div><div>Come, my lady, </div><div>I built you a throne, </div><div>Made out of love, </div><div>A castle from bricks- </div><div>Of thorough honesty,</div><div>A whole wealthy Kingdom, </div><div>From this never ending</div><div>Sincerity.</div><div><br></div><div>Come my lady, </div><div>We shall protect </div><div>The kingdom,</div><div>The castle, </div><div>The throne, </div><div>From armies of doubt, </div><div>Plague of hopelessness, </div><div>Nor poverty of fear. </div><div><br></div><div>Come my lady, </div><div>Sit on the throne, </div><div>And this kingdom shall be ours. </div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-85223829385009476372015-01-14T22:52:00.001+08:002015-01-14T22:52:32.154+08:00Distance Brings Us Together <div>On the warm night breeze,</div><div>You whispered my soul</div><div>To never leave you alone. </div><div>Heart blooms with love;</div><div>Eternal. </div><div>Waking this soul up</div><div>To face the sun</div><div>Feeling the warmth </div><div>On my skin, </div><div>Realising; </div><div>Letting you accompanied </div><div>By the distance. </div><div><br></div><div>We can never be apart. </div><div>Even miles away, </div><div>We are one.</div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-24426270128895033642015-01-08T23:01:00.001+08:002015-01-08T23:01:59.077+08:00The Last Sunrise <div>Waking up from possible dreams-</div><div>Are the toughest to do.</div><div>But I can't sleep forever </div><div>Nobody can. </div><div>I have been sleeping- </div><div>Living in my dreams for too long. </div><div>The memories of being awake Is almost impossible, to be recalled. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>The final sun will rise. </div><div>Moments in dream will end. </div><div>Let the reality prevails. </div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-84750373200309923182015-01-04T08:46:00.001+08:002015-01-04T08:46:27.242+08:00Of Reminiscing and Hope (2014) <div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>It has been an incredible. </div><div>It has been wonderful. </div><div>It has been magnificent. </div><div>The first few moons - </div><div>When I know, </div><div>I would chuckle at myself,</div><div>Looking how dumb I am,</div><div>Craving for the impossible. </div><div><br></div><div>Moons later- </div><div>I found you. </div><div>I found my life. </div><div>I found my reason. </div><div>Ups and downs we made it together, </div><div>And for another year, </div><div>Let's make it together</div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-12342730083552154202014-11-21T08:30:00.001+08:002014-11-21T08:30:26.508+08:00The day has come<div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>I have been there </div><div>On the day where </div><div>I was only accompanied by </div><div>Loneliness. </div><div>Hope was almost wrecked </div><div>By the distance created </div><div>Now I'm picking up the pieces </div><div>Collecting, combining, </div><div>Into one sweet journey. </div><div>This road, I will go through </div><div>Of having you inside my arms </div><div>All over again. </div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-19292963081487668202014-11-11T00:58:00.001+08:002014-11-11T00:58:26.682+08:00The Love That Will Never Fade <div>You said you were wronged, </div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">You said you made mistakes, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">You said you were the wicked</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">You said you were the bad. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">And I sit here with you, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Holding you onto my arms, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Wiping away your tears,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Whispering - </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">That this love will never fade. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">And it will never fade. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></span></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-68607817697875507302014-11-09T22:50:00.001+08:002014-11-12T11:38:06.539+08:00Veil <div>
It was the time when she decided</div>
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To unveils herself,</div>
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Only I, </div>
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Could sense everything that she - </div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">sees, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">feels, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">And thinks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">I put her</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Onto my own veil</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">That I waive </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">With everything I could</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">To keep her warm. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">By this warmth, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">she will bloom. </span></div>
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Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-74402831672549236632014-10-15T23:11:00.001+08:002014-10-15T23:11:30.155+08:00I Will Keep This True <div>Upholding promises </div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">With hope, love and respect, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Embroidered within </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">My soul</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">To keep you, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">In your own garden, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Filled with blooming flowers. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">And these promises, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Will be kept, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Buried deep into this hollow heart. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></span></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-82736760907184070042014-10-04T21:26:00.001+08:002014-10-04T21:26:36.349+08:00Thank you, darling. <div>I was born with imperfections </div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Bred with wrongdoings, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Influenced by hedonists, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">When you came to me</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Enlight me</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">With things you see in me</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Making me realize</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">How I want to </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Keep in love with you. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Embracing </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">The transparency of my soul,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Body and mind. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Thank you. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></span></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-45255454671289565702014-09-30T10:46:00.002+08:002014-09-30T10:46:47.080+08:00It's the Distance Let my thoughts of you<br />
Wander around as how it used to.<br />
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Let the greetings of us<br />
Fly across the distance, within the hopes and dreams.<br />
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Let our voices be heard.<br />
Let our desires soar.<br />
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Let me know,<br />
That you will be with me,<br />
forever.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-3667524856229885152014-09-08T02:24:00.001+08:002014-09-08T02:24:03.926+08:00The Night Will End. <div>The journey through the night </div><div>Of reminiscing dark thoughts </div><div>Has never been so </div><div>Heartbreaking. </div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>Sadness, and sorrow, </div><div>Has never been good on you. </div><div>Wipe your tears,</div><div>And radiate yourself. </div><div> </div><div>I am obliged, </div><div>To walk the dark night with you. </div><div>And I wish you, good night. </div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-286671748883568782014-09-04T01:39:00.000+08:002014-09-04T01:39:03.520+08:00Tell Her<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">There’s
no one to blame<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">When
she asks <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">For
a finite answer<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">That
you, yourself, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Can
never tell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">And
now, she walked away<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Leaving
behind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">A
lonely soul, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Wandering,
with no place to hold. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">It’s
not just the journey she’s looking for. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">It’s
the destination, that lies every answer within. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-3683094318255283592014-08-25T02:18:00.001+08:002014-08-25T02:18:25.229+08:00+ and - <div>I'm nasty</div><div>In thinking of you. </div><div>I'm disgusting </div><div>In listening to bits of your voice. </div><div>I'm sincere, </div><div>In setting my eyes on you. </div><div>And I want to make this, </div><div>Together. </div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-84370656075389083232014-08-14T06:54:00.001+08:002014-08-14T06:54:30.303+08:00Crazy <div>They said I'm crazy</div><div>For fantasising the future</div><div>Of me and you. </div><div><span>Yes I'm crazy.. </span></div><div><span>I'm crazy in love with you. </span></div><div><br></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-71622131886537266352014-08-06T00:18:00.001+08:002014-08-06T00:18:56.141+08:00Declaration of love <div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>I'd rather say it out to you</div><div>Whenever you let your guard down. </div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>I'd rather say it out to you</div><div>Whenever you my ear hears your whispers. </div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>I'd rather say it out to you</div><div>Whenever our eyes meet.</div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">I'd rather say it out to you,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Whenever our skin touches. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">I'd rather say it out to you</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Whenever you're lonely.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">I'd rather say it out to you</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Whenever you're in tears.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">I'd rather say it our to you</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Whenever I have the chance. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">And I'll never stop </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Till the very end. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></span></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-5381720347788402822014-08-03T11:25:00.001+08:002014-08-03T11:25:42.674+08:00Enlightenment in Madness Hours <div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">Through the enjoyed wasted night </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">Of drinks </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">I get myself early</font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">With hope of seeing </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">My destiny. </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">Path created by you, </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">The through that path, </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">I found you. </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">Picked you up and take you around.</font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">We talked and laugh</font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">Accompanied by more drinks </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">Till the day didn't say so. </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif">I met you, through madness hours. </font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Calibri, Slate Pro, sans-serif"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></font></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377504931815503255.post-45811984582808679962014-07-27T08:47:00.000+08:002014-07-27T08:48:00.088+08:00Venus and Mars <div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>At first I can't find anything similar </div><div>Between us. </div><div>We were brought up </div><div>As the moon and the sun</div><div>As the Venus and the Mars</div><div>We were not the same. </div><div>Our moons are different </div><div>Our courses are different </div><div>Yet, we are sharing the same sun. </div><div>The same affection. </div><div>And all those differences; the moons and everything, </div><div>Makes us together. </div><div>And through this orbit, we will stay together. </div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></span></div><div>Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17103822163504743227noreply@blogger.com0