Treasure Island

Anna Ong

(31 July 1980 / Singapore)

Twilight & Dawn


~*Twilight*~

Never believed
you could feel lonesome
admist a crowd

Never believed
what you could sacrifice
for pride

Never believed
you could give it all up
for the thrill of a game

Never believed
that silence speaks louder
than angered screams

Never believed
what we had
could have faded out

Never believed
that as I searched for your face
you had left behind a cloud



~*Dawn*~

Never believed
that the truth could cover
a multitude of misunderstandings

Never believed
a small act
could turn it around

Never believed
I could touch the sky
after a storm

Never believed
reality could be found
in a dream

Never believed
that it doesn't get
better than this

Submitted: Sunday, July 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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