strange reunion it was
disguised by favours of sorts
our masks prepared, armour donned
for a pretty conversation
an hour or so
just like old times
one would have thought
until an awkward statement, the mood plunged low
your eyes went dull
a needle pierced through my heart
did something pierce through yours too?
well, fret not for a pierce, cos we've bled before
our feelings concealed within, a smile we put forth
and so, cordial and light we bid our goodbyes
for uncertainty lies
in our separate paths
away and away we walked
further from where we started off
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
if home is where the heart is
if home is where the heart is
a nomad life, i will live
and make a home wherever my heart leads
I will go, where the wind blows
into the unknown, uncover and explore
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