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When I saw your eyes smile at me, my heart slowed to a crawl.

Your bright-eyed smile is a sight to behold!
To win you over I'll give you my heart
And I'd do anything for you
To you smile so bright
And feel true love every night and
I'd even sing for you and with
The little birds to sing along we'd sing every day to you
I love you
I love you.
This story is a story
I'd have to tell in person.
Where the person
should be able to listen
for a long time.
They should be patient
and not say a word
'till the end of the story.

This is a type of story
without any end.
It slowly adds a page on
day by day.
It's a story that will have no end
until the day I die.

This is a story
about me.
It's a story where
hearts are broken
and where mending occurs.

It's a story where
tears are shed.
And I'd told myself that
no more of those.
Boys are not worth crying over
even in the toughest of times.

It's a story where
the no-crying rule
has made me stronger
It's made me guard my heart
and helped me to live better.

It's a story where
I think I've moved on
but inside I know I haven't.
I leave those thoughts to
the back of my head.
But they come back to haunt me
anyways.

It's a story where
those thoughts occur
whenever the moment arrises.
I tell myself there's someone new
but my mind won't let me get over it.

It's a story where
my mind is so stubborn
and won't move on.
It's stuck back on that person
and won't let me change my mindset.

It's a story where
maybe I won't move on
because of all the time I've spent
chasing after that person.
All the energy I've spent.

It's a story where
I've just let it hang there
and it'll always hang there
'till the day I die.
~First poem
When the sea swells with rage, it sweeps away life and dreams in its course, just as a frustrated painter destroys his own art.
You put forward a brave attempt to change the laws that control our lives from top to bottom, but you got caught in the middle of it.
When money comes, you loose sleep.
When money goes, you loose sleep.

Money cheats sleep.
As the fervour of power consumes them, people who are firmly rooted in power lose their ability to listen to their heart.
Many lives were burning in darkness much after the Sun had disappeared from the horizon.
Your fingers caressed the keys
like a gentle waltz
I was utterly transfixed
by the way you carried a conversation
I shivered at each note
the melody resonated within
You were telling the piano about me.
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