What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
( Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1956)
gituuu mood poetic
i just find that this poem is sweet...(like me,LOL again)
wanna taste my lips?
sekarang tgh gila instagraming,
FB tu dh mcm wall instagram
tapi kot nk usha carik aje: achikezam
haihhhh nak iphone4 plzzzz (>.<)
sekian, belog kali ini.
Yang LOLing at myself,