Memories of 2012 poem

As usual, I'll end up thinking very hard on what I've been doing for this whole year.

January and February flew pass so fast,

Stressed all over and assignments rushed,

I remembered the time when a savior came,

He pulled me up and put me back in the game.

As I escaped my exams in early March,

My excitement for China, was grew large.

I happily packed my bags and flew to Harbin,

There I was and my attachment begins.

6 weeks of independence,

No fret No regret,

It was like a holiday,

but I'm alone in the end.

I missed my family, my milo and my cat.

I missed my bedsheets, my pooh and especially my lad.

Sometimes I feel lonely when i'm in bed,

But at least I know pooh is safe in his hands.

My attachment seems slow but fast at the end,

as a super special surprise left my mouth hanged.

As hard as it seems for my eyes to believe,

right there beside me, I could feel that polar bear's heat.

True to love, as powerful as romance can be,

I'll never forget, even with my short term memory.

As time ran out, the holidays soon ended,

I came back to Singapore with my hair reborn-ded.

Similar to my hair, it's time to get things straight,

because school started and shall not be neglected.

Soon I realized how wrong I was,

to think that school, wouldn't be so tough.

Things didn't go right and it wasn't easy,

what made things worst was that my love story was getting flimsy.

Quarrels and arguments exchanged frequently,

the changed of attitude scared me secretly.

But no pain or scar could wound me deeply,

healed by love, that's what I've believed in.

Sadly in September things took a turn,

three hundred and sixty degree.

my heart took the damage, 

a damage that was quite a great deal.

Masked with a double face on my side of the story,

I don't have to let anyone else feel sorry.

But late at night when the sky ain't starry,

 tears ran down slowly but tirelessly.

Build up from all of the hurt and agony,

I searched of a way to release out of me.

My school, my business, my blog and my work,

all play a part in making me busy.

but still, unsatisfied and unhappy,

hip hop dance kicked me up from being lazy.

Now pinned up in a world I forced myself in,

I tried to shut myself up and stop hoping,

a hope to find us back,

from where it truly begins…

- Diana Eddie -

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