When I first saw you, my feeling to you was true
When I first spoke to you, I loved you I'm sure
Past is passed, Loose is lost
We can never be friends
As I wanna meet you
Don't know when
When I first say 'Happy Birthday' to you
You already knew my feeling was true
When I first hold your waist
You already knew I loved you
Past cannot come back
Loose will not return
We can never meet
As you refused me
You're my only one, only you could be
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Edwin
Regis