live.life.love.: 6 september.

I tried to write a poem in Mandarin about you.
I wanted to make you understand how I feel.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t.
I tried for days.
The more I wrote, the more empty my words sounded.
At first I felt panic.
I couldn’t sleep for many nights.
But then, the panic would go away everytime I saw your face,
or just heard your voice.
I used to write poetry because to me,
it was like writing letters to God;
to tell someone I couldn’t see, how I felt inside.
Then finally, God replied.
With a poem more beautiful than anything I had ever written.
He gave me you.

sepet ♥

live.life.love.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

6 september.

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