("Love is the root to peace, begin with loving yourself and then to the people around you, then to the world, and to the Universe where we belong..then you will realize that it comes back to you again magically.." by TEre)

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

My March..

You asked me what’s wrong,
I knew I am not strong.
It hurts me like I expected,
That you are far under graded.

Smiles on your face,
Contaminates me like ash,
Muddles my consciousness,
Scattered in my every heartbeats.

Seems like a cursed March,
Seems like a blessed March.

Confusing by the bad and good,
Should I move on?
Or should I stay put?

You appeared with surprises,
Tearing off my loneliness.
Occupied me with hugs,
Filled me with laughers.

Seems like a cursed March,
Seems like a blessed March.

Buzzing me with sweetness and sorrow,
Should I stay drowning?
Or should I just ignore?

You left for your journey,
Detaching from my circle,
Sadden me with the memories,
Pulling me out from a dream.

A curse of March!
A bless of March!
(For the someone I met in this month. You bring joys and surprise in my life but yet you sadden somehow. I will be good, I will be fine, I promise.. It’s just me alone like always anyway..)

Written by,
Tere..