It is like the butterfly I could never catch.
It is my dream which I couldn’t grasp.
I wish for my dream to come; but should I go to it instead?
I used to see pictures from which words overflow.
But now, I only see emptiness in the depths of my soul.
nice piece, albeit a bit emo...
ReplyDeletehaha.. when you are stuck in a small dark room, you are bound to write something emo. =D
ReplyDeletefufufu, something's bothering you? you seem to write a lot of sad poems nowadays..
ReplyDeleteohoho... i always have emo thoughts on my mind, just that during holidays i choose to write them down'cause i have too much time to spend. LOL
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