De Profundis

Oh why is heaven built so far,

Oh why is earth set so remote?

I cannot reach the nearest star

That hangs afloat.

I would not care to reach the moon,

One round monotonous of change;

Yet even she repeats her tune

Beyond my range.

I never watch the scatter'd fire

Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,

But all my heart is one desire,

And all in vain:

For I am bound with fleshly bands,

Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;

I strain my heart,

I stretch my hands,

And catch at hope.

Christina Georgina Rossetti

i think she's a fabulous poet ((:

even though she's damn ancient.

i found the root of my misery.
but i don't know how to eradicate it.
there's only one way,
and that's too much to be sacrificed.

and i really treasure people who care,
but i afraid of those who give me half-hearted concern.
i know i can't expect pple to be always there for me.
i do give these kind of empty promises at times too. i'm guilty of this.

yeah, sometimes you just wonder,
who really cares?

i gotta sleep
it ain't a good day today.

anw, i'm dumping my kinder bueno.
i want back my kitkat chunky.
i need smth REAL sweet.

i wanna be a poet.
i want pple to annotate my poems
annotate my life.
provided that i've got the abilities.



`i wanna be back in you arms, Lord.