Fiction · Poetry

When It Struck… (8 words in 8 lines collection)

Note: If you follow most of my blog entries, I warn you, you’d find this sappy and unhealthily romantic. This just popped into my mind and I wrote this myself (not because a friend asked for a romance poem for CW class or whatever). Trust me, I have no idea either.

Before all this silliness happened, I actually find

It funny that one can be suddenly infatuated.

When it struck me, there’s change of mind;

Wow! This feels different but sweetly captivated.

Because every night I stare at the ceiling,

Your face is the last image I see.

Then when I wake up in the morning,

It’s the thought of you that preoccupies me.


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