With every passing day my feelings change
Twisting colours of viscous oil and water
Pain and sorrow for what I lost
Quiet joy for what I gained
Gentle yearning for what's already gone
What emotion will I ride on tomorrow?
Lethargic days are harder to pass
And missing someone becomes the norm
Busy days keep my mind off at first
But in the end a void remains.
How do you know when to give up
Or how to kill the hope that lingers.
- 25/Jan/2008
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First poem from 2008. Yay?
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Me likey :)
ReplyDeleteAnd you ought to believe me, since I had to re-discover your blog post-computer crash. LOL
(I'm lying- I synchronised bookmarks with Google Chrome... I love Google technology! :D)