damp

in a teardrop
we held hands on the streets
we meet
when you touched my body
but felt my soul
our eyes sang songs of desire
we painted our lips
with sweet smelling fire
that once merged sent my soul
escaping through my mouth

but that teardrop rushed down my face
leaving a dampness sharp with pain.

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the sun pierce beams right through her face
its orange melt into a glaze to
lift her gloom

but still she wanes in pain for her
in darkness shine a dreary blur
ah, look the moon

family time

update for jesso

dear jesso,

the 马当路 girls met up today and we REALLY miss 上海, where ure at
sam and i noticed that amy is the same as always,
she discovered that the walnut milk is in singapore before everyone else
and carries a truckload of junk food with her wherever she goes
we also discovered, amy is psychic (grin, tell u abt it somewhere not so public)

samo's laughter is slightly softer...
it is, perhaps, to suit the generally lower volume at which people
speak in singapore.

we're meeting up to play mahjong next friday and your rightful place
as the fourth 角 will be missed and replaced by...RONALD MAC! (j/k)
ben la (hopefully).

jesso, we miss u and this is from us...
(tried to take the bugis fountain but i think we were blocking it)
*look at samo's trendy malaysian haircut! real nice...

my motherland

so im back in my motherland
but i dont recognise the faces
nor the accent in the english we speak
the politeness of the people
and the quietness on the clean, orderly streets...

i miss her beauty and her vibrance
the way she sings and dances in the night sky
her rawness shamelessly displayed
her warmth that causes me to cringe in pain
as i leave...

i miss u,
was i truly born of a another?