Monday, June 20, 2011


I do miss you
The face; I try to remember
The body; died of cancer
The soul; stays forever.

The wind must have told you
I’m engaged to a guy
Skinny and tall;
Just like the man mom always fall into

I’m getting married with the earth
You and him; naturally the same
Ego, this is not a game
To bury the flames
True love, pray for the frame.

Without you, my guardian
Life is lonely
The sun without flower
The morning without glory
And the daughter without blessing.

19 June 2011 / 01:15 am