Think of that couple. The perfect one — well, nobody’s perfect, but they seemed so happy, so…
By Joyce Gan
When I was eight, I took the school bus to school and it was only because of that…
Spent so many years thinkingI could find the perfect brokenbeautiful girl my sad heart couldrepair.
When the skin is breaking up to let you all in
Like a rosebud,fisted tightpetals clenched against the mightof the mist…which pearled on her convexities.
Make love to me like I were a poemunfolding at the edge of your lips;
Is it still love if I settle for a love that has sunk so deep,into the sea of complacency?Fallen below the waves, to be tangled in the…