Saturday, May 14, 2005

Something Beautiful, Stupid and Wasted (12/07/03-an original poem by me)

Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I've swept a thousand purple gerberas in my arms.

You turn my tummy inside out and there are fireworks and little pixies dancing about.
When I walk with you, it feels like I'm strolling on clouds of yellow roses

Stars fall down blooms of forget-me-nots

Just to be near you... just to be near you.

And my head is spinning words too elegant for my vocabulary... 
Too gallant...too beautiful... too rare.

So much time has been wasted.
Is wasted.
And I don't why I'm still wasting it.

Idle dreams without truth.

©2003 Ma. Leonor Jambalos. All rights reserved.

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