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 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
chris
cya
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
chris
cya
i want a relationship where people know of us but nothing about us
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
MS Lim
HUMAN FRAILTIES
Smiles do not tell the true character
Love is not what it seems
Friendship can be faked
There is deception in dreams


Words hide too many lies
Promises are made to be broken
Who would self-accuse
Condemn words he has spoken?
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
chris
=
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
chris
=
my only relationship goal is to be with a person who motivates me to become a great person and tells me the potential I don't see in myself.
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
chris
[+]
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
chris
[+]
my biggest fear is being replaced.
They said time will heal, time will cure you
I've been deeply hurt; months, even years won't do

I have a feeling that this pain will last a lifetime...
I'll just have to learn to live with it,
Learn to live with this curse that will forever within me lie
I was bored in class, and voila, we have a poem.
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
MS Lim
Enough of the moon and stars
of serenades sung under the moonlight
of wines spilled on the floor
of passionate kisses late after midnight.

Night is a heartless seducer
tricky games on lovers it does play
how many hearts has it misled?
how many has fallen  prey?

Enough of make-believe
of dreams doomed to perdition
of promises to be broken
of vows that will fade into oblivion.

Who says life is  never-ending romance
love is meant for eternity?
so many poets had been unhappy in love
they assuaged their agony through heartbreak poetry.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
MS Lim
From a broken heart
tears will fall to water
the garden of love
that someone will come to  be your lover.

If the sorrows of love
you never did know
how would you taste that ecstasy
when love its splendour doth show?
* inspired by a statement of Nicole, a fellow-writer in HP
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
chris
i
 Feb 2016 Trinity Monks
chris
i
don't chase temporary happiness
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