Sunday, May 17, 2009

-My Very Own-

Every writer is a magician,
embedded their magic among their lines.
So rise my words, rise.
Come and mend your master’s broken heart.
Love is but a big treachery,
that bring nothing but miseries!
So dance my little pen,dance.
Dance out our finest lines.
Write me love that belongs to me,
go against the wicked destiny, the fated love!
Write my hand, write.
For every words are blessed,
For my very own, love.


Kyox_

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8 comments:

daydreamer said...

huiyo.chim oh

kyox said...

u always chim nia la...

Anonymous said...

love the way you light up your life, blog, even words.

may your life is bless with all kinds of loves. cheer up^^

kyox said...

hehehe..thank you~~

Jci said...

see.. jen asked u to cheer up..
dat poem's bringing a negative mood :P

kyox said...

hahaha ok lo~~

PrettyInPink said...

beautiful! what more can i say??

kyox said...

well, thank you dear~~