Pushing inside with this tingling pain.
Uncovered by thou.
Tied harmonically.
It get me numbness.
It's always sporadic inside my lung.
Nevertheless grow.
Im powerless. This is too much.
It's already adhesive. Descends. Crawling into every cells. Trapped by thou.
It's been mutated in my brain.
I'm powerless.
This is too much.
In an ancient way.
In a sarcastic rules.
I bloody love you.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Ode to solitude
Posted by Gynaecia's at 5/29/2009 10:51:00 PM
Labels: gyna and poem, self-monologue
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5 comments:
whew..
nice words..
punya blog juga gyn..?? he..
link saya ya..
http://frinholictea.blogspot.com/
http://seoranganakmanusia.blogspot.com/
Asik, gw link ya blog lo gyn...
Mita : cieeee gynaaaa! Sastrawan yg terjebak di fk. Hahaha! Osmaan,kok komennya gt doang?
Iya yay kok commentnya gtu doang, kan ada 'i bloody love you..'
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