An invisible string ties my heart to a cloud
so I follow it wherever it goes;
it hovers high, and touches the sky,
goodbye, up and away, it flies.
The invisible string--it tugs and it pulls,
and tangles up into a knot,
but my cloud knows not,
for it knows not how,
how does a cloud slow down?
The string soon snaps, invisibly,
my cloud, it does not stop.
Though my heart bleeds,
it does not cry
for my heartless cloud and me.
If the last word of this poem were "I" instead of "me," it would totally rhyme with "cry."
ReplyDeleteWala lang haha. Really loved this, Cher Bear. Worthy of becoming an illustrated book. :D
hahaha that was the original actually! but wrong grammar kasi siya e. u_u as always, thanks for liking it though! <3
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