Wednesday, September 28, 2011

a poem of sort


love.

It embraces us.
We fall in it.
It drowns us.
And when we come up,
gasping for air.
We're still in it.
Still in it.


-v

4 comments:

  1. "And when we come up,
    gasping for air.
    We're still in it.
    Still in it."

    Love this very much. :D

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  2. hahaha, Thank you Chee Wei :)

    It was inspiration, just came out of me.

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