Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I Bet It's Chilly Over There

Could Never Be?

Only God knows
when will the healing start.
At the meantime,
It continues to wrench apart.
You left with no
physical souvenirs to keep.
Only solitary nights
for me to babysit.

The Lord does not belong
to this equation.
But, when blood is involved,
i got to raise the question.
Each day, there is bigger shell to fill.
Soon, the only option left is to sink.

Somewhere outside the window,
an owl is curious to know.
Trying to catch a glimpse
of our history.
Then flew away to tell of
it's glory.
Without revealing to lovers
the rest of our tragedy.

Julius Kensan
( Sentimental Freak )

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