Monday, January 10, 2011

I am...

I'm a bird spiraling around the temples

I'm a leaf falling from the tree

I consider my self as a lotion to moisturize your skin

I'm a dice to be rolled by a man

I'm a cello plays powerful sounds

I wish I am your light, therefore you won't feel dark and lonely

I'm a clock to tell you how short our life is

I'm so-called love, never happen between me and him

I want quality but not quantity

Hopeful become somber

sadness is wiped away

Where is happiness?

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