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a thousand miles away
I dreamed you're just beside me
holding hands, we both pray
that forever, this way we should stay
everyday and the night after,
you're still holding me;
but suddenly, I stared blankly
at my hands empty
of the figures I saw with eyes
closed when I'm asleep
or opened, day-dreaming
of the wishes so steep
I could fall and break into pieces
but I pray you'll pick me,
even I'm already in ashes

so in a thousand miles
I dream of your smiles
and warmth flood through me
truly, I could say
I will love you endlessly
no matter how far we are away

and to the dreams and wishes
I sing your name,
where my soul blushes
in recognition of the feelings- no one to blame
I love thee
I love thee
my heart's hymn
I love to listen
I love thee
I love thee
i love it
when you move slow
it's like
i can see
how my world turns
when with you
sometimes we write beautiful lines
and speaks of them a million times
sometimes we **** at creating one
and in thoughts we reminisce how's it done

sometimes we make things right
from the messed up ones we had on flight
sometimes we tell stories about our life
but most we just kept out of sight

sometimes we pretend that everything's alright
to contain the pain we had inside
sometimes we forget ourselves
to make others happy

but;

sometimes we drop the leaves we grew
to make way for new ones to glow
sometimes do make permanent memories
right now, he said
i'll be with you
wherever you may go

then he kissed her
while tears fell from her eyes
staring at his wake
inside a caged-bed
for not all love stories end so well. sometimes, everything is so good and suddenly, we leave someone behind.
there was
too much love
between us
and i wondered
how they faded
with just goodbyes
i DREAM of city lights
and YOU-
NAKED next to me
Now death has come before me
Claiming what is owned temporarily
But choices are given to be drawn
Whether to live again in vain
Or choose death that is about to gain
Escape, i thought for a second
What is to be yielded on hand
I love my life
Yet, I'm curious about death
Is it a cure?
I asked again-
And in enough of thoughts,
I jumped to death's den
And to eternal darkness
My life faded
Like a footprint on a sand
thoughts; when you’re about to die
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