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.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
just last night, i had crazy plans to go on a major shopping spree. but then when i woke up this morning, i kinda reached some kind of an epiphany. i realised that all the clothes that i can ever buy will all eventually pass as 'outdated' and then what happens to them? they get stuck in my wardrobe never to see daylight again. so what's the use of buying more and more clothing when there ARE people starving and dying diseases of all sorts all over the world :( well that's how i currently feel. but then i wonder how i'll really react when i see something irresistable. boo.
wel yanibunny, it's not as if i have truckloads of cash, and the vouchers did help a lot you know. i prolly wouldnt have bought it if not for the twenty bucks off! :D nehmind lar u got your berms in the end right?? :)
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