Tuesday, July 18, 2006

O, my wounded cat!*

O, my wounded cat

I poured my love immensely for you
Myself was vanished
To replace your being
To devote to your existence
To be the balm of your pain
O, wounded cat...

O, my wounded cat
Why when I myself was wounded
Desparate of your affection
Screaming for your help
You were just busy worried about cleaning up your fur?

Couldn't you see my tears falling down?
Couldn't you hear my silent cry?
O, wounded cat...
O, my, my wounded cat

*For my friend, I.N., whom I still deeply love somehow...

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