an old rocking chair
where the grandpa sat mumbling to himself
Thursday, 12 May 2011
let us run faraway,
hijack a boat and to a tropical island
where it's just you, me and a coconut tree,
we'll live as happy as we can be,
no buts, for love will make a way.
Thursday, 5 May 2011
a doze of sorrow
I woke up this morning, and found you not by my side.
I then realized, how much I missed you.