Tonight's The Night.

Had two poems up when I was at Fisherman's Village just now. Inspired by nothing, written out of melancholy.

Sounds of waves blended in with the blasts of retro,
"Together Forever" from speakers on the pole.
"I stand accused, of love in the first degree",
I need you to be near; I need you to hold.

Memories etched in my heart roared incessantly,
deafening my ears, it's so numbing.
Numb but it's pain, painful as it numbs,
my mind's in turmoil, what is it thinking?

The sky is starry, the wind is cool.
They taunted me as if they are real.
I lost my sparkle & cool, but what's new?
I'm like a pig in the abattoir waiting to be killed.

I feel so stupid and so worthless,
holding on to unreciprocated love.
I'm left with nothing, my mind's not clear.
I live my day by counting my tears.

That's the first one. The second one came when Joyce and Theng were talking among themselves.

Why am I missing her so much,
as I take up the ice-cold mug.
Think of the times I felt her hugs,
thinking of her gentleness so much.

My mind wanders to horizons of the past,
my memories unwashed, nor collecting dust.
All stayed anew, like it happened yesterday,
I felt amused; after all it's just a mask.

I shattered the mirror to find myself,
but it's futile, that's what I could tell.
Where are you, my dear little gal?
Here I'm yearning, no one can tell.

Did I sound very sad? Indeed I am.

And no one can tell.

I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you. Waiting for you kiss me at the night. 为何你, CINDERELLA, 留给我一望无际的思念. Waiting for you, I'm waiting for you. Waiting for you come here to my dream. 牵着你,不断旋转, 一直到黑发变成了银线. Waiting for you, waiting for you.

直到永远.