Since I had nothing better else to do just now, I read poems to myself to entertain myself. It was fun! I read it out loud, Dee must have thought i was crazy. Maybe she wanted to join me.haha. But my voice box is tired. Can’t talk already.

I was reading a book called "Poems About Love" bought by my father few years ago because maybe he thinks i need more love or something like that.

Anyway after reading about 30 poems for an hour ( hahahaha ), I found two interesting poems. Cute poems. Here it goes:

THE VOYEUR

what’s your favourite word dearie?

is it wee?

I hope it’s wee

wee’s such a nice word

like a wee hairy dog

with two wee eyes

such a nice wee word to play with dearie

you can say it quickly

with a wee smile

and a wee glace to the side

or you can say it slowly dearie

with your mouth a  wee bit open

and a wee sigh dearie

put your wee head on my shoulder dearie

oh my

a great wee word

and Scottish

it make you proud.

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Then this is another one, quite interesting i find. Here it goes:

EVERYTHING TOUCHES

Everything touches, life interweaves

starlight and gunsmoke, ashes and leaves

birdsong and thunder, acid and rain

everything touches, unbroken chain.

chainsaw and rainbow, warrior and priest

assassin off duty, beauty and beast

heartbeat and hightide, ebb and flow

cardboard cathedral covered in snow.

snowdrop and gangrene, hangman and clown

walls that divide come tumbling down

seen though the night the glimmer of day

light is but darkness worn away.

past and future, distance and time

atom to atom, water and wine

look all around, what do you see?

everything touches, you’re touching me.

look all around, what do you see?

everything touches, you’re touching me.

Touching isn’t it?