Boring...!!!
Perching on the edge of his seat,
In his dimly-lit bedroom,
He can hear his aching heart beat,
Nothing shrouds him but gloom.
The sky outside is pitch black,
No trace of movement in the street,
Suddenly he wishes she were back,
Once again, to sweep him off his feet.
Without her, a part of him is missing,
A void within widens with each minute,
Clueless as to what the lonely tomorrow brings,
Weakened, he is now, as ghosts of memory hit.
(just for fun!!!:-D)
Comments
to the author: memory is like a diary of dialy life. If you open it, read it- you remember it all. Keeping it close makes you miss the old days. But if old days are bad memories, you'd better not to open those pages but continue to write down your present memory in your head. anyway, ask the turtle for relaxation, dude. He's a big help as always. And you gonna find it joyful....hahaha...
hehe when it comes to love poem, we always assume that it's your own story dude, that's why lolz... cuz you have had such a story hehe... don't mind lolz.. no offence!
To PM: thanks for your "no comment...lolz" comment hahhaha...