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.
Monday, August 15, 2005
and jes like that, it's a monday night again. last monday night was a pleasant one sans school. sigh you know this really is a vicious cycle, week after week passes by and hardly any work's being done. i have a bad premonition but let's jes hope it's another one of my lousy 'divination' thingies. hurhur this is so harry potter.
i don't have econs tutorial so i cant do it tonight. why am i always not getting my tutorials. i think it has something to do with me not being very closely knitted with the class. things are getting better but i kinda think that it's a little too late actually. sigh i really wish for jc to be over. jon and david keep telling me that jc was the best time of their lives. damnit it's so not for me and i'm jes dying to get it over and done with. after i leave jc i never ever wanna talk about it again, except about my bombos of course :) i'll never forsake you guys!
i cant do differentiation either, bloody biatch it is. alright i'm getting tetchy again, as usual. i always get pmsy when i can't do my work. i shall jes start reading history or something (while tolerating another headache). i think i'm falling sick.
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