Hopefully I Wasn't Too Late.

I seating alone by the window,

Pet by the moon light shadow.

My eyes has never been that swollen,

I have reach the point of fallen.

Desperately seeking comfort,

But there isn’t any suitable port.

If only I could meet your clone,

I wouldn’t have faced it alone.

I could still hear your whisper,

It has never gone my dear.

I still feel your touch,

Not supposed to miss you much.

The only way for us to unite,

Cut that selfishness with knife.

Yet here I’m standing still,

Mourn over the past that kill.

Millions thought racing in mind,

Chasing cars in my head.

Poor heart took the struggle,

Misery drop by giggle.

I begged for energy to run,

Start the journey of seeking fun.

Remove all the sins I worn,

Push for a new me to born.

You said nothing is impossible,

So stop making yourself terrible.

Forgive me being such ignorance,

Thank you for being tolerance.

There isn’t any time to waste,

Gear up for the challenge face.

Soon I will be all awake,

Hopefully I wasn’t too late.

Comments

Paris, City of Romance.

I know it sounds a little crazy, after a whole day work, of standing and walking around and yet seating in front of the computer and about to start a post as I could have been comfortable lying on the bed and call it a day. Well, to be able to answer that, I suppose I'm still overjoy on the contest that carried by our team over the exhibition. Oh yes, just for your information, I work in an exhibition company as part of the event team and my job is to held activities that would attract yet benefit the visitors. With that information, I guess it is again answered on another statement of mine where I mentioned earlier why I have been standing and walking the whole day. I would reserved the work part for some other post, perhaps a poem on that ;), but for now let's just focus why of the sudden urge to come out a post at this late moment. To put it simple, it is after all the overjoy contest that link me back to the sudden indulgent for one of my previous travel, to a land th...

Coffee addict.

If is wasn't the sleepy illusion kick in, Smell of Nero would have never fly within. Coffee has been always running in my vein, Like a partner that seeking for its twin. Many may fancy it with a drip of cream, While I indulge with its pure dark bean. As strong and bitter as it may seen, It is a battle whether you are out or in.

That Lad, My Kidda.

I do said he isn't appears as an eyes catching star, Perhaps a little fresh if you would happen catch him far. I do said he is as skinny and dark like a broom stick, Perhaps in general that shape may give people a kick. I do said he should have put more effort study hard, Perhaps he has his ways of coloured his report card. I do said he spent too much on gaming and computer, Perhaps living in a city given him less play choice either. I do said my critic on him may have as much like a data , Perhaps and perhaps it is because that lad is my kidda. Happy Birthday Kidda! :-)

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