my heart is an open palm, exposed and raw
In my land of bright lights you are effervescent -
Overwhelming at once, I am oblivious the next.
You are the palpable product of words I never meant,
Of clouded judgement, infinite dreams; my sweet Regret.
My conscience weighs you down and embeds you
Somewhere in the murky depths of this sepulchral soul.
Yet there is little want of redemption for what I do,
And you and your kind maketh the stories I never told.
Even now I would sing that I am yours, Yours!
As I believe you are mine in all your tainted forms.
Sucker as I am for your taste, touch and allure,
The beauty of folly is not weeping when all else mourns.
So this is an ode to my ill-fated penchant for
Secrets I have to keep, and everything that
I loved to hold but not to possess.
That I wish to forget, but forget to regret.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
sometimes, you can't help but feel screwed up. and when you try means and ways to try and alleviate your pain/confusion, it jes gets worse. you jes can't stop thinking that why can't things turn out the other way. and then selfish inclinations set in, like what the hell. screw everyone in the world. okay, not everyone. jes a certain someone that i love and hate at the very same time. which more? i don't even know that myself.
induction is killing me. couldn't even get past the first question. so much for listening during lectures. ogay fine, i wasn't listening it was jes frantic copying of notes. that means i copy without understand. ah fpissed off right now. and i don't even feel like reading history. today has got to be productive. i hate it how i can't control myself when it comes to things like this. self-discipline holds no meaning and i start becoming spoilt and i want to start throwing tantrums.
ARGH SCREW YOU.
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11:56 PM;
