why...do all good things come to an end?

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Hallelujah....the OC

lifehouse...

old poem...

i wrote this poem ages ago....but i still love it...it's simple and straightforward...maybe tht's y...it's a good thing i had a soft copy of it...coz i am afraid all my poems and stories have been lost in oblivion during the current house-shifting frenzy...

I can!

I can walk on a rainbow,

And melt in the rain.

I can catch a shooting star

In the twinkle of my eye.

I can steal the colors of a wild butterfly

And I can stop spring in its track!

I can be lost in a sunset

And be found in the jungle.

I can even tame the wildest of dreams!

I can trap the sun in a jar

And hold the mountains on my palm.

I can kiss the rising Sun

And cast a spell on the moon.

I can dance with the angels

And fly with the birds.

But I can’t…

I can’t make you love me!!!

flower...

It's funny : the kind of things u stumble upon while rummaging through old, forgotten diaries...and how those scribbles can remind you of a particular event, or time, or person....

when i am gone

remember me

like a flower;

remember the fragrance

but dont remember

the thorns