Poetography


Let’s play a game, shall we? Let’s pretend that this blog is my lost private photo journal. And you, yes you, found it lying right under the bench in front of Famous Amos cookies outlet in Suria KLCC shopping complex. Your hands, yes your hands, itch so much because your curiosity are tugging your heart to open it and read, but your conscience are pulling yourself up in ethical screams. But even curiosity can kill those cute cats. You lose to it. And here you are, in my world, looking through the pages and pictures in my journal, and as soon as you open it, you know that you won’t regret following your heart just now.

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Coffee Stain

You spilled your problems

on my favourite shirt

today.

I left you a hug

at your doorsteps

in case of emergency.

But you left a ring

of coffee stain on my table

and I had to wipe it, alone.