not to put the blame.
Indecisiveness invade your inner self;
willing predicates ravish your wealth.
True as we may seem;
you can always call me.
As i search for the answers alone;
i looked upon our warm little dome.
The place we used to share;
the santury that we will always bare.
It wont always be smooth;
to you to me or even the aloof.
You knew the bond we shared;
the unbreakable ties.
The misgivings we had;
but how we still stood amongst the bile.
We all grew along each other as the years passed;
and in the glory of love and pain we basked.
You will only be true to your own;
just like any dictator would.
I'm an eternal loan;
sturdy as old pine wood.
We stand with distance now;
to you i wil always bow.
The stuff we've been through together;
is a panaroma like a clolourless feather.
Today we look as if we will forever maintain the discussion;
you'll always seem you'd never recover from your concussion.
Tomorrow we look back at ourselves and we grin,
we know deep inside our soul; we win.
- Ken Siaw
4:21 AM