Old finding

How I want to hold you,

Consider you mine,

But that reality is untrue,

Like joy attained from wine.

We are just like two magnets

Sharing the same pool,

Trying will only lead to regrets

And leave one of us a fool.

03.01.14

Memories of the past, Troubles of today,
Worries of tomorrow,
How shall one last,
With mind astray,
And all this sorrow.