mY veRy pOetic bOyfren!
Monday, January 03, 2005
the home's empty, the lawn's overgrown
pictures scrawnd across the peeling wall
Old, frayed, cold, right down to the bones
lies my mind, a slouched ragged doll
Mary used to adore me at tea
out on that sunny lawn
seated with us is mr teddy
a bright yellow bell he dons
Oh how far art those days
Mary grew up and chuckd us aside
she chased idols and fashion craze
while we laid prey to rats n mites
The days of old passed us by
Mary moved on, but not with us
teddy sobbed, while i tried not to cry
watching her board that fateful bus
Mary mary, where art you now
can you hear your first loves tear
like a broken dam, gushing down
every drop hoped to bring you near
mr teddy had a terrible day
He lost his legs to rodents
head got gnawed away by a stray
before being condemned to a furnace.
There I was, carelessly sprawled
through the days and nights, tears and fright
how i missed my name on Mary's call
those lovely nights, those lovely nights
i just longed for those happiles
Mary my left, teddy my right
chatting over a cuppa tea
how we spent those lovely nights
Mary, teddy, where are you?
Mary, teddy, one's in heaven, the other's in hell
Don't forget to share our brew
mixed with tears, tea leaves and a yellow bell
weijian li
030105
