The Stocks, They Plummet.

It's the feeling you get

It's that bad taste in your mouth

The disappointment

When things start going South.

Your tummy stops churning

The butterflies are dead

You're left with a blank stare

Wanting a blank slate.

It's long,

the banter

the guise

no further.

Adieu, adieu, auf wiedersehen.

Hahaha... drama minggu ini.
Note to self: for future ref, please refer to same date on secret bloggy.

Oh, it seems I have not labelled all my posts with Poems and haikus with any labels so later, when I'm less busy, I will start labelling all posts with poems and haikus under 'poeticity'. No such word literally exists. I just made it up.

I might continue this later today but in the mean time,
GOOOOOOOD MORRRNIIIIIIING!
*huge carebear hugs*