I'm the story you never told. And I'm telling your story now. I'm telling the secrets you want to hide but can't keep hidden. Listen, as the fire crackles and the cat curls up on your lap. Listen, as your hair stands at uncanny reflections. Listen to your heart, screaming. listen, and dream.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

My Personal Prince Charming


I met you
On that cold winter night
When we were on our way home
And tears were falling from my eyes

I met you
On the day
When all the snow had already melted
And the cherry blossoms were blooming

I met you
On the midsummer’s night
Where we had a bonfire
And romance was high and flying in the air

I met you
On a falling autumn breeze
When we all were drunk
Drinking sake, beer, Johnny Walker

I met you
On the street
Where the ice-cream man
Would stop every afternoon to sell ice cream

I met you
At the café
Where I had to dress-up
In an ugly uniform and serve unreasonable customers all day

I mat you
At the hawker
Where everyone was shouting
And everyone was eating, drinking, laughing

I met you
At the restaurant
Where celebrities dined
And famous people queued to get in

I met you
Everywhere under the sky
Where the world so vast
And when we walk right past each other

I met you
On a Cupid’s arrow
A chance met
A start of a beginning romance

I met you
Your hair turning grey
My eyes turning blind
And both our faces wrinkled

I met you

But, I wonder why
Did we never speak to each other

Picture by : Royston Toh

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