Thursday, November 26, 2009

I > (SOBS)

Thou i seek in despair
i knew shall not that hurt
on the top of tree
to hit winds till dawn crawls mourning..
i do wait but so shall you not
go deeper on lands
in the chase of lust
i soon understand that may u have a house
the road that lead to a coast in the east.
than shall you know..
that in the this little four chambers
there's a room for you

3 comments:

Leng Chai said...

lol
4 chambers for 4 wives??

Kimal's vision of language said...

haha..
no promises..

zat said...

bebakat do kau poem2 ni haha