. . .The pitter-patter of rain drops cascade from heaven above. The streaks of teardrops, slivering down my cheeks, fall because of love. How could you sever, split, and shatter this foolish heart? Why did you rip it out, stomp upon it, and tear it apart?. . .
Why does it hurt, deep inside the bowels of my chest, when I think about you? Why do I cry incessantly even though I know there’s nothing left for me to do? There is no relief for the agonizing pain crawling and slivering within my skin. The only relief is the memories of the happiness of what could have been.
I recount the days,
The TruthThere are words like Love, Devotion, and Trust,The Truth
Then there are words like Hatred, Broken, and Crushed.
Words which I have sown deep inside of me,
But only one word rings within my mind with monotony.
Indeed, it is a word dissimilar to any other,
Sweet and wonderful to say,
Its harmonious appeal resembling not another,
For it belongs to one, one beauty I met in May.
That word is no other than your gorgeous, intricately-woven name,
Which I planted deep, deep within the bottomless depths of my heart,
Where the memory lies, everlastingly while others sleep,
June 11, 1989Your hand slivered from my grasp as you bid me adieu on that beautiful day. I could not fathom that you inexplicably would break my heart, For I was bewildered and frozen, unable to derive the words I wished to say. I never contemplated this could happen, I never imagined we’d break apart.June 11, 1989
I tried to be courageous and smile, though I felt oppressed and weak, For my voice quivered profoundly in exhalation as I tried to speak. I tried to suppress and render my tears dry, instinctively squinting my eyes. It was irrepressible and hopeless for I could not help but to break down and cry.
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Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.
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