Monokuro Boo

You speak as if I'm a paper doll. You define my facade with the point of your pen. You clothe me with such chromatic thoughts. You fold me to whatever form you prefer. And then you smile, to see such physique you have beautifully crafted with your words, with your thoughts.

And you see a curl from my lips, seemingly forming a smile. Yet, it is not what you perceive. I am not smiling back at you.

Perhaps, the day will come that I shall, when you perceive is other than my physique. When you have conceived that I am a soul, not just a PRETTY PAPER DOLL.

--Lynn Nhuk


Saturday, May 21, 2011

ONE LAST CRY



I can not evade melancholy
            Nor can I obliterate woe
For I stand abandoned, wondering
At such desolation in life

I have always dreamt of having you
Forever in my possession
But reality bares affliction
You’ll sty in my dreams

So I ended up asking why
Everything seems to fall through
I have to let go of my only you
And risk a painful goodbye

And this one thing I’ll do
One last thing that I’ll mean so much to me
Before I pick up the pieces
And mend a broken me

I’m giving up my tears, my sigh
The memories and my one last cry.


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