Friday, July 14, 2006 What ever went wrong?It is often I wonder, Could it could have been? Evening waitings, For angelic voice I longed, Slowly came to nought. Like salt to my wound, Some cruel imitations, Came on lonesome nights. Know eventually, The tenderness felt from you, May never encore. Still I think of you, On most desolate twilights, Impossible dreams. Yeah. This is just some haiku I thought up of for fun I guess. In a nutshell haiku is a seventeen-syllable verse form, arranged in three lines of five, seven and five syllables, without needing to rhyme. I really should be sleeping instead. =\ |
he thought he was superman; |
aoi's design from SCRATCH 2004
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