Thursday, 2 January 2014

It's a mess.

Did you ever look at one person whom you thought to be qualified as handsome
and yet another image of the one guy occupied your very mind
then all your thoughts came rushing out at you like tsunami
that you could never pick up the remnants of your heart?
You could hardly admire one guy,
thinking that it could help you to forget him
and yet his image came so often
that the thought of forgetting him seemed like a hopeless dream.
Every image of guy that came in your view
did nothing better than reminding you of him.
Then, how else could you forget him
other than knock your head against the wall,
hoping to get a headache
or waiting for the invention of deletion-of-unwanted-memory pills?

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