And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
I am remembering this. You and I very early days. Walking after dinner late night in Beijing. It rained earlier. I think some young people were walking in front of us. We both were avoiding puddles, and talking. I said...
Let me begin by making you a woman again And tell you who you actually are Beneath the snow of indifference that piled up on you And made you stop feeling womanly. When you speak on the phone, Your voice goes inside me...
You ignore me with a purpose Believing that a cloud of unknowing Will soon set in between us And all will be professional, and knowing Like how a plastic doll knows another plastic doll Let us make a compromise. You be...
This is the story of how I live in S-lane, And how I love the little things here. There are a thousand houses in the S-lane, And when I walk here, a thousand looks, Each a thousand carat diamond, greet me in the S-lane...
Ignoring me, you let your Beautiful big eyes rest on your screens Fine. Be that way then. I will brush your cheeks As an old memory Breeze into your shining hair, newly highlighted, As a vague question in your mind Rest...
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