Tell my heart to send me a postcard?

Original and sadly oh so true

No, wait, it's not my story, it's theirs..


Uh, excuse me?

I don’t know how to tell you this but,

You have my heart living as an illegal alien in your country.

A country i’ve never even seen before…

With a language i don’t speak.


I swear I didn’t mean to let him go,

I even put a rope around his neck and tied him up to the bed post.

But I woke up one morning and he was gone…

(Hearts don’t mind distances, traffic, or anything because they like float, and stuff)


Hey how is he doing down there? It’s been over a month and i haven’t heard anything.

I know is summertime in there and there is a beach around.

Do you take it often, does he likes to swim?

You can put him on a leash and pretend he’s an ugly dog, no one will notice.


Try to be nice to him…

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About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on January 14, 2014, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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