Thursday, June 11, 2009
UNTITLED
I am used to write a poem for others, and I want to do the same with you now,
I am thinking what to write as I tick every ink of this pen, I wonder why I can’t
I need an answer to this question; I am organizing my thoughts, thinking beautiful words that best suit you…
My mind won’t cooperate but my heart’s says go on… come on…. You can make a good one!!!
As I am lying on my bed now, I got a pen and write…Words perfectly flow in my mind BUT the POEM I WANT TO WRITE CANNOT BE PUT INTO WORDS….
I wonder why…. I can’t find no answer…
Until I realize that the answer is not with this pen and paper…….
‘COZ THE POEM ITSELF IS YOU!!
october 23, 2007
7:34 am
after teaching
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