Title: Fool's soliloquy a lover's plea
your tears suspended
when will you fall?
dear masochist
your bitterness misplaced
a love just out of place
your endless melancholy remains
as i watch you move away
you let it rot
this love is dead
your folly shows
it's sickening plea
your blank stare
and all your wanderings
is there hope for you
or have you forgotten?
a longing that is wanting
to be set free?
i walk the dark corridors
here tonight
with only you in mind
these words i uttered
especially for thee
"i dare you to love me
i dare you to move
a step closer
to be with me".
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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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