Something To Call My Poetry

Sunday, March 26, 2006

I couldn’t wake up from a dream
A stressful dream where I’m always smoking
I have a fear of waking up
Because when I wake up I would be all alone again
But the dream is killing me
It would never want to let me go
I’m holding to myself
and one day I hope
I would break through
and return to reality
and return to myself
and return to happiness

Friday, March 10, 2006

Drifting in the sea of love for too long
I feel that it’s time to swim ashore
and take a deep breathe
I’d been drown