Monday, April 23, 2007

poem # 12

You cut through my heart like the lightning that shatters my window.
I wish your continued silence be bro ken like how the thunder
s_ a_ t_ r_ s
_h_ t_ e_ the night still.

I gasp at the thought as the thunderstorm clouds approach me.
I know the familiar dread it brings.

Unlike the rain, the storm clouds could never touch the ground.

It is sad for I don't know how to transofrm myself into the beads
that drown themselves upon you.

So it remains




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