The months have played a fool of me
The weeks the days the busy the free
The sun that shone its daily light
The flight in sky of every night
The shimmering of eyes gazed above
The transience of a heart that loves
The temporal glimpse of happiness
The weighing truth that none rehearse
The death of thought that died but once
The hope that rose with a single glance
The deceit that courses through the blood
The path to take, a decision too hard
The poem which started with a single thought
The components of soul which were fought
The poem, unknown, with the context hidden
The poet, unshaken, with a farewell bidden.
--------Copyrighted by Xin Ying :) ---------

Not that anyone's gonna use the poem above. lol
3 rounds 3 round. hahaa. let's see if i can get it to 4 rounds :)
enlarging my right earhole once again.. see if i got the mood to properly continue to enlarge it. the max i got was only 6 ear sticks in before? hmmm.