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Cari Fuerte Apr 2013
"There is only one person in this world that I want to grow old with.
My superhero, the man in my heart next to God,
The only person who can make my heart beat fast,
The man who is willing to grow old with me.
I want you to know, I wanna grow old with you too."
Cari Fuerte Apr 2013
It's all a glance and a little thought I had,
That started in a room full of studs.
A single deed has lit the stillness of my thoughts.
T'was a piece of yellow paper handed to me.
You've never realized that's half of my day a thought.
Yet you've made one thing possible to me that day.

I felt shamed and glad on the contrary.
Can't believe but a stranger did it to me.
Now I fall into too much pondering,
But still could not justify a string in it.
I'm a broke and can't read you,
Yet I long to wake up where I can see truth.

On the third moon I still wander on a broad daylight,
Wanting to find out if I'm still with me.
But a shadow showed me where the sun has not shone.
It isn't mine nor somebody I know.
I startled abruptly and screamed;
Because I'm afraid I won't recognize the face.

I turned my head ahead and tried to keep on.
My feet suddenly lose it's courage to touch the ground.
Like a child scare to take it's first steps.
Like a warrior afraid to lose in fights.
But at my back says, never waver,
I'll suppress your fights so you'll conquer.

I was blinded by injustice and too much agony.
I was succumb with my own fear and loses.
But that shadow which showed me where the sun has not shone,
Told me to hang on and be still.
I was like a prey submitting my self heartily.
Because I know this shadow won't **** me.


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