Of the Dead Butterfly
Yeah.This morning when my mother woke up she found the butterfly dead on the corridor.Hmm.Wonder what that means as well.Anyway,today was pretty boring.For some reason i woke up at 1pm today.I was probably to traumatised by yesterday's incident.Haha.Well,i guess.Cant wait to watch "The Pianist" on Star Movies later.Haha.This entry would be short.Ta.

Poem of the Day:

Beauty can be described in a zillion different ways,
Yet if it were to have a single, solitary figure,
Its Polaroid would show you.

You are so beautiful.

My one and only Juliet,
If I could ever be considered a Romeo.
There for me whenever, wherever,
Seeing me through the high and the low.
Beautiful,
In every sense of the meaning.
Even if our relationship,
Goes only as far as leaning.

Every time she walks by,
A comfortable heart attack,
As all time stops.
Everything a girlfriend could be stacked,
Into one body,
Into one soul,
Filling up constantly,
The black hole,
Deep inside,
That I forever attempt to hide.

Being together,
Would be a rainbow lunar eclipse,
In which every night,
I get a sleep's dreams worth of glimpse.

No one knows where we will go from here.
If we'll ever grow near,
Though now I find I need you more than I need air,
As I finally have the courage to do more than stare.

A day means nothing if it doesn't come back with you.
I'm falling for you hard beautiful.
And I hope it never stops.