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we met again
and i was no longer sane
by this time around,
by this time around every sand
had been amplified
and nor simplified
by any means,
the images were as dark as coffee beans
that had been roasted too much
and i said oh! fudge
it's her again
her stains
in my memory were still visible
not by any means little nibble
but big bite
a memory both light
and dark
and she sprung like an angel
the one who's too tough to handle
and grabbed my arms
just like a lucky charm
which does no harm
and it felt like a swarm
of bees had just moved past
a light embrace both fast
and memorable, but it doesn't end here
she bragged my cheeks there
and then, i thought
why had i fought
why had i resisted her memories
why did i let the seas
of worry overtake me
but i trembled then, so you see
she has this effect on my body
the he
inside me resists and hates her touch
but others loves it in such
a way that it effects me physically
her loli
face and her smell
and her voice rings like a light bell
in my ears
and though apart from her
i can still see her lovely fur
like hair in the dark night,
 sad that i couldn't be her knight
but i still have her in my sight
and just seeing her smile
and getting her wild
but rare embrace
is enough for me...
#promise (even after almost 5 months of our breakup i still get the shake that i call the 'kandi' effect. i still get that shake. i wonder why. maybe cause i still have some feelings for her although I'm mostly over her. well speaking from the thing that i still miss #ap and #pinch_of_hope even after literally years of having no contact at all i am bound to miss this girl since we meet every now and then. i"ll prolly never get over her completely cuz you never forget the one whom you love once. hehe)
#batman (isn't the poem enough??? this whole shit is about her except the trembling part and the rare seeing part. hehe. this batman is a jigree and a recent habit of mine. seriously like a day without meeting or seeing this BAKA seems like a week. NO! even longer :D )
-Yakaa: jujaa

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Beep-ish said…
when the p.s. got more interesting than the acctual poem...lol

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