Post by Sun Qing Liang on Nov 11, 2010 7:28:41 GMT
((Yeah I know that I have this as a journal, but this will just be every poem, not just ones Liang writes from her illness 
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Heartbeat
Underneath, this cold and crippled physical form.
A shattered heart beats,
It’s praying for your warm embrace.
It’s enslaved, by chains that bind it to the dark storm.
Tempted to retreat,
Wandering through time and space.
All alone, this cold and crippled body screams for aloud.
The lights disappear,
The darkness scatters through the weakened form.
Dead for sure, the shadows make sure no lights are allowed,
Reappear,
Your everlasting faith will keep me warm
Wishful Thinking
Do you know how it feels when you’re in death’s gaze?
You waste your time with anger.
You waste your life with fear.
Sometimes you feel every single painful wave.
The darkness will not waver.
The light will always care.
Can you tell when the light begins to break?
Your senses become blurred.
Your heart becomes so dark.
You sit and pray that your soul will cease to ache.
To hope your prayers are answered.
Maybe death was in your mark.
))Heartbeat
Underneath, this cold and crippled physical form.
A shattered heart beats,
It’s praying for your warm embrace.
It’s enslaved, by chains that bind it to the dark storm.
Tempted to retreat,
Wandering through time and space.
All alone, this cold and crippled body screams for aloud.
The lights disappear,
The darkness scatters through the weakened form.
Dead for sure, the shadows make sure no lights are allowed,
Reappear,
Your everlasting faith will keep me warm
Wishful Thinking
Do you know how it feels when you’re in death’s gaze?
You waste your time with anger.
You waste your life with fear.
Sometimes you feel every single painful wave.
The darkness will not waver.
The light will always care.
Can you tell when the light begins to break?
Your senses become blurred.
Your heart becomes so dark.
You sit and pray that your soul will cease to ache.
To hope your prayers are answered.
Maybe death was in your mark.
