10
Jul
Currents - by Tracy Dizon
Til our river runs through each other again
I long for the moment
My heart will mend
By your warm embrace
And our tickling chase
All amidst the dark gloom of our misshapen
Abrupt misplace
But should we be but faithful to fate?
For my lonesome
For you is choking up my mandate,
Choking up my mandate.
Whirlpool of chaos almost
Drowned me with your death
But my love for you is stronger
Than the waves of nature bent
But my love for you has out shined
The dark clouds of your lonesome absence
I wait for the day
If our currents meet again
-tula ni tracy, 2008 September
I miss writing with so much feelings and depth. I feel hollow right now and numb.
