Monday, September 2, 2019

31st August Jam

Early the morning
I took bus down the street
Looking out of the window
I saw a familiar bottle waving at me
A milk bottle that say: "Hey, you forgot about me!"
But i just say goodbye to it

On the way to destination
The time is ticking
My heart is pounding
My stomach is gurgling
Feeling like going to the washroom
But I believe it was not needed

When I reach my destination
A burning sensation builds up
As hot as though i am running a fever
Follow by the cold sweat
Bursting out
As my round get closer
And closer

I stun when "Wingstop" was called
As i try to get my jelly-like leg up to battle
My heart beats stop for awhile
Hearing my opponent was seniors of mine
Tears filled within me
Together with blood from my injury heating up
And this was the day I understand the phrase
"Blood, Tears and Sweat" combine 


Loving u guys Wingstop💕


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