There are two of us
but sometimes I feel I am solo Although he is a step away but He didn't noticed me Sometimes I wish I am a ghost at least I know I am visible to none but you see I am human and I am just a ghost to him for tonight we are two here and i feel I am solo so low This sour-less thought makes me ache because i sought and still seeking his tenderness but he care less oh and these melancholic song cradles me on the breast of the sad solo night a very sad night. |
This is a collection of poems that I have written from the time i arrived in Hong Kong up to the present ; they tell of the things I have experienced and some speak of the experiences of others.Most of the poems were published in the e-pub of Asian Human Rights Commission and WUNRN (Women's United Nations Report Network) Some of my works regarding violence against women and poverty were also published in www.shetizenjournalist.com and www.worldpulse.com .
Monday, March 14, 2011
A Sad Solo Night
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