You know love may sometimes make me cry,
I let the tears go,
They will flow away.

I am online at 3:15 am,
talking to Bertha online,
because i can't sleep.

I really can't.

& nick, thanks for everything.
Despite knowing your sister & I were like fighting,
you still took the time to talk to me,
and withstood my shit that i threw at you.

I thank you sincerely, from the bottom of my heart.

I like this poem that i edited, very much.
I remember i wrote it when i liked nat a lot last time,
as like a tribute to her.

Can you imagine ?
I spent 3 years with Nicole, but for Nat, i was willing
to give up all man! : D
Whoooo.

OKAY HERE GOES : D

I titled it Memoirs.


When you are sweet sixteen
& i whatever they shall call "old",
will you then remember when you were twelve,
you knew i was sixteen but yet didn't care.

When you finish finally graduate
and realised i have gone abroad,
Will you cry and wish i was back here,
reliving our meetings and the joyful times we had?

When you walk in church a bride radiant
and i sit in pews and watch with tears,
will you then in your radiance recall
you laughing, i laughing, we having fun?

When you are a proud mother
and I also, a father,
Will our children get along,
just like what we used to do so often?

& when yours eldest is sweet sixteen,
would she have the fun we used to have.
Will you still remember in tender smiles,
my love & our shared childhood?

& when your daughter has her own baby
and you play with grandchild too,
Will you remember how your grandmother used to smile at us
as we jumped on sofas and ate crispy nougets?

& finally when, you hear about my death,
would you come and see me one last time as i lie- dead,
Will you finally remember when you were 12
and i was 16 and we fell in love that day?




I've never felt this scared before in a long time.
Tonight I feel the fear in me.
I really do.