I am a Cat!.. Hear me Me0w!!….

All thanks to Hangwei’s stroke of genius, I wrote this several days ago:

My Lover

Waking up and feeling so grey

Alone, with no one else around

No more laughter, only groans and

Raindrops pelting me down

On a dreaded Thursday evening

The hills seems much higher then before

The still air, stale and lifeless

Weakens my heart further

With past memories of her and me

On my shoulders i carry

Bit by bit, my mind become heavier

Step by step, my chest sinks deeper

The weights crashing down

As if in slow motion

Eating away my heart, piece by piece

Is my time up already?

Is this the last straw that finally splits me

Apart, Separated, Withdrawn from the world

Finally breaking me down

On my journey to nowhere

Knees deep in sorrow

My legs buckles, collapsing

The seconds drowning my existence

As I dived forever, deeper

Into the dark abyss, alone

Without warning, a hand reaches out

Holding me, engulfing my dead self

With warmth, kindness, tenderness

Hovering high above

At first, a mirage it seems

Wait, what is this Light I glimpse

Piercing through my soul

Lifting me out of this black hole

As I turned around

You landed softly

My savior, my angel

My Lover

The sadness fades away as

Night transforms into day

With her gentle arms around mine

As we skipped down the rolling hills

I smile with felicity, forever and ever……

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Initially, I meant for this song/poem to express my deepest, inner feelings. Then some bimbo-tic friends of mine commented that it was "too sad" and "depressing". So I added the last three verses to lighten the mood. Then they said it was too cheerful. Come on, make up your minds already!!! I swear, before NS, i was able to write poems a million times better than this!! Until now, I am still pondering if this should be a song or a poem……

Anyway, the thing is, after years and years of experience, I can, for a matter of fact, state that chicks go crazy when guys write poems to them. Poetry is so damn freaking ROMANTIC!

It puts a guy forward in a very old-fashioned, gentlemanly manner that shows off his creativity, sensitivity, and most importantly, sincerity, towards the skirt he is chasing. The poem does not have to rhyme. It does not require the use of any unrecognizable words or flipping of the encyclopedia, dictionary or thesaurus. And most importantly, it does not, and MUST NOT, start off with "roses are red, violets are blue" and "A is for…., B is for…". And the paper and ink really matters as well. No matter how fantastic your poem is, if you wrote it on a dog eared foolscap paper with a choked-up blue ball point pen, good luck to you. So, as long as your true intentions are well written and presented, you should be laughing on your way to a dinner and a movie. But, I stress that poetry writing will only work if:

a) The girl digs you.

b) Both of you are already going out.

c) You are a hybrid between Brad Pit and Tom Cruise.

d) You are a rich jock and you drive a flashy car.

e) She is a girl.

If you fulfill at least two of the mentioned criteria, Congratulations! See you at the second or third base!!! If, somehow, the laws of nature made you creatively-handicapped or romantically-impaired, you can always copy a poem from the internet and pass it off as your own work of art. In fact, why don’t you use my poem….

RIGHT….. 

You know I am kidding right?…..

Seriously…

I study business law and i will sue you if you try anything funny…..

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