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.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
im so sick it's getting a little freaky. at least i still have the strength to type this out. my fingers kinda hurt as i type though. sheesh. my whole body feels weak and it's a chore to even stand up. and my voice sucks now, which is the worst thing of all. i cant sing, laugh or even tell mommy 'i want water'. no no don't get me wrong, i don't order her around usually. it's only when i'm sick and i can't even hold a glass of water properly that i have no choice but to. but i'm sure she's happy to help me, aren't mothers the best people in the world?
gotta send ms tham the written report draft which is why i'm online in the first place. the internet's really boring and i'm cutting down usage already. i jes come online like at night and then use for a little while then sleep. all that after i finish my work. unless i needa do something then it's a whole different story. shucks my fingers hurt too much i think i shud stop here.
jinny* yesyes i'll never forget you too, my dear jinnnnnnny. :P
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8:54 PM;
