Thursday, February 24, 2005
To That Special One to be Forgotten
A Confession
by Kit Chan
Told myself I would stop
Trying to define us, define love
Still I find myself groping about
For words, pictures, songs,
Anything at all that'd reflect us
I see that angry young woman
Once more in the mirror
No more wrath, rage or blood
Just sadness, years & a bleached passion
Struggling to live again
For you
Do I cry now? How could I?
I've become soft, scared, womanly
How could I? Why should I?
I trust you like an orphan
Are you perhaps homeless too?
Will you be the rope round my
Left ankle & hold me while I fly?
Will you watch me with an appreciative eye
When I play the porcelain cat or pretty fool?
You've no idea how much bone I'm baring
How much you could take if you only dared
Yet be careful, beautiful stranger
For though our hearts are acquainted
Our lives are not
(Cork Out of My Head--Poems by Kit Chan)
OH, i'm so in love with victorian at {/1:25 AM}
