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Ally May 2015
Many times our paths have crossed
And still we're here
Ignoring the presence of one another
Acting like strangers
In the eyes of the crowd
Taking countless of risks
If only we admit we still care
Maybe, just maybe,
Something might've change
Ally Apr 2015
In a place unbeknownst
I let everything out
'til I can't feel anything anymore
Other than the stinging pain in my eyes
Ally Mar 2015
That night there was something different from his caress
So gentle, almost like a prayer
And just like every dream
Disappeared at the light of the dawn
Ally Mar 2015
Was
things like, losing someone
before you realize their importance
have been said too many times,
like a chant,
but from the start
i was aware of what i had
just didn't do anything
because we could lose everything we are
if i told you the feelings that i hide
though, i should've took the risk
and told you everything
because the fear of change
is nothing compared to the pain
of seeing first-hand
the way you smiled
in front of the one
who captured your heart
Ally Mar 2015
under the dark clouds
let's wear our matching chucks
and run to nowhere
until the rain downpours
but we're not going to hide in a shed
instead, we'll sing our hearts out
then dance to an unmatching beat
in the middle of a desserted road
twirl me around
then end it with a kiss
because we won't care
we're never too old to play in the rain
Ally Mar 2015
My mind keeps on spilling erratic thoughts
But my hands can't keep up with the pace
Too many words are being wasted
Unwritten, then forgotten
Vanishing into the thin air
Ally Feb 2015
The pierce on his left earlobe wasn't something that anyone would just notice. After all it was purposely concealed by his brown locks. She asked him why he had it.

"It was a thing of the past." he said.

"Does it still hurts?"

"The bleeding had stopped. The wound was long gone. It took some time to heal. Still, there was a gaping hole that's left."

Somehow she knew that it wasn't just the piercing he was talking about.
for the one who was left.
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