Title: Cry
Cry?
I know not how to cry
I have different reasons
In various occasions
tried so hard to cry
I tried to kill it - desire
I tried to forget it - love
I tried
coz nothing changes
Still you aren't mine
Water droplets from my eyes
Streams of sadness
As I sigh
Of bitterness
and loneliness
Tonight
Finally I cried
Tonight
Because of you I died
Yet you aren't mine
Pour your heart to heavens
Beg
relief to thy forgotten
Pray
Send rain for love forbidden
Hide
Run to thy sweet haven
So they won't see you cry
So she can't tell
When you cried
When you died
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Cheryl Ching
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9intervals, the idea is derived from a cat having nine lives. I guess, I don't have to tell you how much I love cats!
We've been through intervals in this lifetime. Guess, I'm lucky to be alive. I don't think I would be lucky the next time. But nevertheless, we have our intervals. A certain episode that we remember in the past that affects our future. Or maybe just something that we can learn from. A little something to look back to.
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