Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Perhaps My Last Poetry


Sometimes, a river is not

enough

to water the seed we planted;

Sometimes, the sun is not

enough

to burn the fire we started;

Sometimes, the mountains are not

enough

to add weight to the "thing" we chose to carry,
which oftentimes we call relationship;

Sometimes, poetry is not

enough

to make a good love story;

Sometimes, I can never be

enough

for the one I chose to

love

and always end up

sorry;

But, I want you to know my

love

that you were always

enough

for me to live each day

happy.

Illusion

Wan Chai, Hong Kong Illusion, why are you deluding? You crawl in to my sheet like cold feet Teasing Taunting To embrace defeat W...