Not the topic of the gossips
or the spiders in your head
I'll watch over you unconditionnaly.
I know I am your nothing,
but you will be my everything,
not the main theme in your readings
nor the titles of your specialisms
in your heart, my name you're engraving
unconsciously.
I am not the reason for your smiles
or the itchiness for your laughter,
for you, I would walk a thousand miles
though bones broken hereafter.
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Not the topic of the gossips
or the spiders in your head
I'll watch over you unconditionnaly.
I know I am your nothing,
but you will be my everything,
not the main theme in your readings
nor the titles of your specialisms
in your heart, my name you're engraving
unconsciously.
I am not the reason for your smiles
or the itchiness for your laughter,
for you, I would walk a thousand miles
though bones broken hereafter.
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Tuesday 20th Oct 2015-13.26
Love ever meant to never end
but in most times it is facing its premature death
what an unkindest earth this death !
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