Memoirs of a feeling (part 5)

I woke up this morning and was making the usual huge cup o coffee to put into my flask.... fer work... So while the water was boiling...i stood there contemplating how much of coffee powder is enough... With out thinking too hard about it... i put in two tablespoons and made my coffee... poured it into mah flask... there was some balance and i figured...cool a sip to start the day... but it turned out to be be more of a " HARROW...GOOOOOO MOOOOooooOOOOORNING SINGAPORE...... WHOOOOO HOOOO.... " almost ran around the house hands flailing in the air and screaming... MAn that's what you call a wake up call.... Now i'm at work and completlety Od'd on caffine... tonight's gonna be a long nite....

Alright here goes.....

I saw you over the many heads between the crowd that separated us... we both searched the crowds till we found each other.. and then once we knew where we were... our attention turn back to what was happening in front... It was comforting knowing that everything else came second to finding you... but then again..i look for you in every crowd...


i scan an oline dictionanry,
searching for an enormous word or two,
to add some flair to my feelings for you.
but i revert back to keeping it simple

Evidantly because i cannot write anymore,
without giving away too much,
too much of me to everyone here but you...

I have sent word to you,
through the various channels.
And i now wait for what seem's like an eterninty.
But eternity is next to nothing
if it is spent wihtout you.

No trumpet's or proclaimation's await you,
No red carpet's nor confetti to disarm you,
just a little brown box with a heavyness.
With a broken heart inside longing for your tenderness.