Greetings,
Excuse me miss ,
I was wondering perhaps if you may help me,
See im a wanderer , wandering around beseeking
I have been missing her, so she is assumed missing
Hence the besearch from the depths of my heart try to find her,
To no avail,
Well let me avail to you her description , so as to search your thoughts to your memories as to her whereabouts,

She is a meleninated Asian,
Black like a blackcat and looks Asian ,
Very beautiful its amazing
Smile like a Silverline in the clouds
Humbling like the ninth cloud
Loud and quiet at the sametime
She so intelligent she is wise
The humour is dry though,
Not that she cant make people laugh and has a breathtaking laughter herself
Basketball tall
Hair like Versace medusa

As I visit him, filled with history that cannot be thrown away.
In his museum, he is there, at the centre, a piece of art.
But still only a statue...refusing to move.
Refusing to yield a warm touch.


But who is truly foolish?

When my thoughts drift towards a certain young man.
I begin to admire his solid structure.
Tracing over every edge, stamping his image on the back of my eye lids.

Dreaming, dreaming of a soft, tender embrace.
Feeling, feeling like that will never take place.
For this young man has found solace in solitude.

As I visit him, filled with history that cannot be thrown away.
In his museum, he is there, at the centre, a piece of art.
But still only a statue...refusing to move.
Refusing to yield a warm touch.

Who is truly foolish?

...I can only expect so much from a statue.

I'm scared to commit...

I feel like I'm with holding parts that have been hurt by others.

It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you

We are works of art,
and we are walking museums.

Let's be careful who we display our broken pieces too.

Blankets don't keep away the loneliness.