Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Side

I used to enjoy many things,
I'll enjoy many other things, too.

But now, I guess it's all plain and tasteless.
Enjoyable, yet senseless.

Guessing love is almost good,
while seeing it is about the same.

Shall I take my leave, I'd remember.
Cause you're the one for my December.

Now, I guess I'll keep the scar for a while.
For commemoration and honor.

Let myself hide,
to stay by your side.

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