The faded cover,
The yellowed pages,
The smell of cider,
The passing of ages,
The eyes reading it,
The mind feeling them,
He was forced to take a seat,
The pain couldn’t be stemmed,
The creased fragile paper,
The scribbling upon it,
Story of things that were,
A story told bit by bit,
He placed it back in the drawer,
The painful old memories,
Opening it, he has erred,
He left, the diary.
Author's Note: i've not made a post for sometime... well, what do you think of this? comments comments!
stoned @ 7:29 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