Okay, I know this can get boring sometimes. But the expressionist in me has to do its job.
Here goes.
"Hidden Mermaid"
By Eugene Koh
The Illusion of love, when the clock strikes three,
I stay awake, not knowing why or what happened to me,
On the beach, where I made alone,
Memories of a true form beauty, struck in my head.
How is it, that one can be far,
When one is just as near?
Distance isn't the problem now,
But our hearts tends to be farther.
When I looked into her eyes,
The great sea she reminded me of,
Calm, smooth, gentle,
But yet fraught with the secrets and memories of most.
When I look at her movements,
She reminds me of the swan over the lake,
Calm, smooth, gentle,
But not knowing what true freedom is.
When I look at her expressions,
A true mermaid I see,
Calm, smooth, gentle,
But lies farther away from me.
*The End*
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