Saturday, 9 January 2010

Intoxithought

Thinking
Wondering
Wondering
Thinking
How you are...
Your old enough, I am aware you can hold your own.
At times you are the only thought that crosses your mind,
We are entwined in some web that's inflammable
Which mean it remains.

Rose down my throat, I cough some out in hope that you will be on the phone to cuss me out as always...
Stress out to my amusement but that's no longer there..

No missed calls
Blank screen
No hope

I understand.

As much as I have made my decision, so have you.

I was just..

Thinking
Wondering
Wondering
Thinking....
How you are.

Take care.

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