The Poet That Walked
The Poet That Walked
The poet that walks away,
leaves more than just words,
he may live for many days,
but suffers and emotional hurt,
the poet that walks away,
is left with only a shell,
he is left with nothing to portray,
only emptiness that echoes like a bell,
the poet that walks away,
from what makes him a poet,
he will never ever be okay,
cause what is he without the words?
i walked away,
and whole i am not,
chipped away day by day,
who will save me before i rot...?
stoned @ 3:54 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.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September