It is almost dawn and I still stay up trying to write a poem, a poem to my sweetheart who is far away from me. I think hard to make it vivid so to express what I really wanted to say. I don’t regret of being awake the whole freaking night because I finally get what I have wanted—the one right word to fit in the damn poem. To me, he is the one who worth my insomnia night. He must be sound asleep without realizing what I have been doing for him.
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• Wow, your faraway sweetheart is so lucky! -EnLearner- ♂ (97 bytes) () 03/13/2012 postreply 21:50:17
• A past tense should be used here. :))) -sportwoman- ♀ (0 bytes) () 03/14/2012 postreply 11:10:30