There used to be laughter,
It Used to be warm,
Now there's nothing i can hear,
where'd the coldness come from?
the humm of the washing machine,
the pitch of the boiling kettle,
home, this has been,
now but a mere shelter,
they say home is where the heart is,
they say home represents family,
so where's my sanctuary where's my peace?
where's may you be? my beloved family?
*kinda sucks. save for the last stanza in my opinion.*
stoned @ 1:11 AM
______________________________
Kai-Teoh. Teoh Jun-Kai
Stats:
18
right-handed?
Inti College Subang Jaya
ADTP - American Degree Transfer Program
11.9.1989
Talk to me...:
benjamin_teoh@hotmail.com = email
tjk.911@hotmail.com = msn
Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
-
Kai Teoh, Seasons of September