I will nip your udder just to hear myself giggle.

When I was younger,
it felt as though I owned the world.
Holding my mind above the sky,
roaming around each inch of earth,
wherever my legs would bring me to.

Moshing in concerts,
hooking up those whores.
A Casanova, I ever was.
Frisky, frivolous, a sick state of mind.

And life, sailing along the breeze,
with everything just beneath my feet.

Now that I'm older,
absurd misfortunes befell on me.
Robbing my happiness away from me.
Distraught and helpless,
that's all I can feel.

Relying on inventions just to live.
A flair for art,but a statue myself.
My pride was trampled a thousand times,
being mocked as 'The Frozen One'.

An unsignificant withered leaf,
a beating heart that deemed so dead.


All right, the above is my poem for our Literature June holiday assignment.


Hey, I still love you. It has been a long time since the day we've broken up, and things have changed. But my feeling for you remains. I love you, and yes I really do.