Friday, April 24, 2009

Seeking

Staring deep into the mirror
Trying to look for an answer
To where my problem is
And to what life is about

Looking at birds soaring up high
Wishing that someday, I could fly
To a place where I belong
To a place I call my own

Dipping marshmallows into chocolate fondue
Yet tasting the bitter of life
Craving for fun and love
Awaiting like a lonely dove

No more laying on comfort beds
No more welcome by open doors
Still seeing shadows of my own
Still dreaming of the love that's gone

Yours truly,
Perpetua Angeline

p/s: This poem meant nothing please.

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