I'm drawn in...
Whenever you speak
Whenever you weep
Whenever you laugh
Whenever you cry

And I sense...
Your touch still
Your scent distil
Your loving eyes
Your tummy when you're ill

I turned away
From your smile
From your cries
From your eyes
From your goodbyes

I wrote a hope
I wrote to boast
I wrote myself
I wrote to hurt the one thing that I love most



Ivan Chua
8 Mar 07