The time now is 1.29am in the morning. The mood is languid and I am struggling. I have not been a faithful companion of this blog. No constant updates or pouring of my feelings. Just an occasional glance and some perfuctionary posts.
At times I feel I have plenty to confide in you and yet when the time comes when I am seated in front of the comp, the words dry up and the brain goes awry. Came across this messy poem:
When you entered my life
it became lufe because U are in it and
it really sounds like love.
Now bees think I am their hive
coz sweetness has become a habit
its only you whom I serve
In that lorry that you drive
you are still a pretty girl every bit
while I admire in mirth
I promise to take you on a dive
then we will munch on lobsters as tibit
watching the sun set in Perth
So in love I won't skive
protecting you as long as my heart will beat
with all the love you deserve
I should really go to sleep because I am seeing pink elephants already.
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