All posts by May Ling B

Who is May Ling? Quirky poet, writer, blogger, *aspiring novelist*, wine in the rain enthusiast... Headphones, pen & paper = a happy gal. What you need to know: My daughter is my world ♥ I think the rain is sexy. Add a little wine to that. I talk too much... which is why I need to put pen to paper. I NEED to believe that love really exists. I'm in love with love. Music fills any empty space. The dance floor is my solace. I have a soft spot for the artistic soul. I'm stubborn, impatient and always late. Whether you believe it or not... I'm freakishly shy. (Which is why this blog in itself is so amazing) *RE-EXAMINE ALL THAT YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD - DISMISS THAT WHICH INSULTS YOUR SOUL*
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You stand there stone faced
Calloused fingers grip a cigarette
I watch the red light burn
As it all slips further and further away
Sometimes I say too much
But there's not enough time to say it all
So I stare at that light
And let the silence speak instead
Knowing I only have until it burns down to a nub
What's left of us?
A discarded cigarette, laying in the gutter
Sounds about right