I pile up heavy words
still not enough to whisper
what I really mean
and what you really mean
to me they have silently
grow into black walls
in the maze of my mind
the one I wait to be sought
and escape
I have long lost the direction
as in your dictionary like
Independent defines Childish
Simple implies Deep
blue sea of your pupils
from which I see myself
struggling to utter bubbles
burst before reaching
your euphe-
mistic ears
* Subject to further changes
* Chan Wing Hong
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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