Sunday, August 22, 2010

Bangladesh'r Bristi

It feels as if the gray clouds are going to fall down on us at any moment.
Peaceful this Bangladesh'r bristi makes me, 
Contemplating where life is going to take me next.
You know I've loved you since day one.
Two thousand seven days later,
I don't remember what I loved you for.
I must've been a different person then, 
Just as you are
Every day I see you and this arrangement of ours seems stranger and stranger.
It is a foreign thing to me now.
I'm not angry, nor regretful.
I'm just lost in these heavy clouds with my never ending delusions.

- Shammy 8/22/10 8:44pm

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