History
Never been kind,
even under the morning light.
Seizing me over completely,
spinning me head over heels.
You work best with guilt,
shooting arrows of memories.
I wish to melt into you,
morphing your past into figures.
Nailing it without fail,
pushing me over the ledge.
My tonsil could not help
but to scream out your name.
Julius Kensan
( Sentimental Freak )
On a lighter note, Bobo dropped by 'Nicholas' just now to visit me. He got me my favourite Green Tea Latte from Starbucks and things got a lil' crazy from then on.
Hold on while i satisfy my craving.
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