Last. But Not Least.

It has been long since I talked about my inner self. Because most of the time when I did so, froggy's critics will start to disturb me again. So I chose to mellow down a little for the time being. After all, there was nothing much I could talk about.

I had really sorted myself out this time round and that is the reason why I decided to talk about my emotions again. I happened to view her blog and I thought I should clarify some things. Yes, in the form of a poem again. Being poetic brings out the artist in me. Ha!

This poem, titled " Seasons of Surrealism", I dedicate to my ex-girlfriend, Anqi.

Months had passed, seasons had changed.
I am no different, I am still the same.
I learnt to let go, and learnt to forgive.
I hope you'd learn too, in order to receive.

I tried my very best, but to no avail.
You had left my life, with my heart reduced.
Yes I admit, I was totally shattered.
But time had healed me, and made me better.

I've lost all feelings a week ago.
I felt so relieved; no more burden to hold.
All these while I've treated you as a friend,
not doing anything to please you, but just to lend a helping hand.

You don't have to feel sandwiched, I am telling you.
My feelings for you is no more, I promise it is true.
I'm in my new dimension, which I'm happily residing in.
Move on in your life, make the best out of it.

Good night people.