On an MRT
While the title seems to suggest that something really cool happened on an MRT (you know, those kind of crappy stuff like not giving way to pregnant women that goes onto STOMP!), it's a totally fake title. It's just me and another of my poems again.
Broken Chords
For me, today was sad,
The experiences that I had,
But I know that tomorrow I would be glad.
The thing I most dread
Has occured and I've gone mad,
For me, today was sad.
The life which I once had
Was suddenly in lack.
But I know that tomorrow I would be glad.
I talk to the dead
Thinking it's life instead
For me, today was sad.
Though dejected and oppressed
And feeling unduly stressed
But I know that tomorrow I would be glad.
Relations are like broken chords, disrupted;
But they need to be mended,
For me, today was sad,
But I know that tomorrow I would be glad.
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