The Introvert's Corner, The Asian Mindset, The Inner Child
Taking love in stride, as no one can promise you the consistency whatsoever.
just one last sniff
on your t-shirt that I pilfered
from the witching hour of
— that evening
i preserve your fragrance
in my own writing
seal our memories off
in the palm of the timekeeper’s
wherein he promises
when the right time is upon us
shall all the memories be returned
The memory came uninvited,
coloured our heart with a somber shade —
it reminded us who the destroyer was.
Hum your love words in mellow tone,
mould the shape of heart on my collarbone
with that gentle pressure from your calloused thumb,
and
my naked eyes will follow your lover-bomb.
The Introvert's Corner, The Asian Mindset, The Inner Child 