Hello Cecilia and loves!
Hmmm. Holidays are ending soon and there's been a lot going on that I haven't covered but I think I'll leave that for a post next Sunday. Here to say "goodbye my lovers, goodbye my friends, you have been the one, you have been the one for me". If some of you lovely poppies(it's such a cute term) are blur or uninformed, I'm leaving for Hong Kong/Macau with my family tomorrow and will only be coming on Sunday. I'm so sorry to be missing loads of stuff such as Wenhui's birthday party and Bowling with the DB8ers but I know I'm going to have a kickass time there! Sigh.. I think I sound so dry in what I've written above. I must be a personality-less blogger. Oh well. Oh and because Gregory Alva Eoin Ng browbeat me into sticking to my writing commitments for the day, I wrote my first love poem. It sounds different from the way I usually write(cuz of you and Greg, JOY!)my poems, but I love it to bits. I think I shall give it to you people as a little token gift for bothering to read this.
The Morning After
I.
The messy sheets I’m sprawled under
Are the colour of your absence,
They feel like black cherries
Staining our fingers, faces,
Facts. An escape from summer
Heat.
The heat that isn’t
On your side of the bed.
Unmade sheets are stories
But your chapter is uncreased
and neat. Unwritten.
Or maybe, the blank page
writes enough.
The blank page you filled.
II.
The messy sheets I wish you were
under, would feel like
a secret whispered before dinner.
The air’d smell of childish conspiracy
and elated silence.
We know what happened and no
one else does.
It’s our little secret,
What happened last night
‘tween the messy sheets
I wish you were under
III.
The messy sheets we were under
felt like the hangover.
The regret for the night before
overpowers the stench of alcohol
There’s something to be said.
If the words would only condense
into my grasp. But they’re
quite content remaining just
out of my grasp.
The words will come later,
an aftermath to the tidal
shock you left in your wake
And they’ll keep me company
Under your messy sheets,
That ring too loudly of you.
Hmm..That's it for today and possibly the rest of the week. Gosh, I really do sound personality-less. Best get off as soon as possible and start searching for that personality. I'm sure I uploaded it to my phone....
Seeya guys(and Cecilia!)
Labels: goodbyes, writings