the defeatist
my jokes aren't as funny as hers..
my opinions aren't as interesting as hers.
my problems aren't as alarming as hers.
my stories aren't as amusing as hers.
my sarcasm aren't as cute as hers.
my presence aren't as needed as hers.
my eyes aren't as piercing as hers.
my gazes aren't as exciting as hers.
my embraces aren't as warm as hers.
my kisses aren't as desired as hers.
my touches aren't as caressing as hers.
she's a star.
I'm just a sun-seeker.
you don't need me.
not anymore...
Labels: the foolosoper in me

6 Comments:
At 12:29 PM, January 08, 2007 ,
sensei said...
Better sweet.. I like such poems.. its more alive as it can only come from the heart..
At 3:04 PM, January 08, 2007 ,
*cosmic freak* said...
thanks. it does come from the heart.
At 10:08 AM, January 09, 2007 ,
Tenno Miyake said...
huiyo.. serious real.. who are u trying to talk about ni dear abby?
At 10:35 AM, January 09, 2007 ,
*cosmic freak* said...
heh. for me to know. for you to need not find out. for the person to read and hate me. hahahahahaha.
what is real?
too much reality provided by the tv and big screens.
what is real?
At 12:31 PM, January 09, 2007 ,
sensei said...
'Real' as in 80s rocker punya bahasa kot?.. something like "Lu memang real la brader".. hehe..
At 1:46 PM, January 09, 2007 ,
*cosmic freak* said...
hahaha, dont get me started on the 80s! my bro and I does 80s impersonation all the time ...
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