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, September 17, 2011

Change...

A Girl,
no matter how many times she denies it,
she will always remember
the detail, every moment,
every piece of the memories you've left her.
No matter how much she tries to forget,
It will always be there.
I just remember how it
was back then.
What do you mean?

I mean things change, People
change, you changed. We used
to talk for hours and now
I'm lucky to talk to you for
a few minutes a day. You used to
want to be with me and now
you make it seem like you're
always to busy. I remember the
jokes, laughs, smiles
we shared. And I doubt you
remember any of that.
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