you had frequently checked her favorite place
like she's going to sit there as usual

you talked with that place
like you talked with a person
cause you think it's a part of her

she's your favorite ghost
the one that you've always talked to
in every night that comes as a gloom
without expecting any answer

she's your favorite ghost
the one that you've always imagined
her presence sticks in your head
her memories floats on the stream of your blood

three years has passed
it's unbelievable that you survived

you're going to where your vision guides you
it's going to be beautiful
but it won't be easy

they had just arrived in eternity
a minute seems faster in that morning
they don't deserve their own tears
because you know
He won't let who He had chosen
feeling hurt when they faced Him

they left their hope
to become as one of other's

I get drunk to not think about you,
yet you slip through the cracks,
every night you dance in my thoughts,
just to fade when I open my eyes;

I hold onto the scars that remain
because that's all I can bear to
keep after we were over;
I kept the wounds open just to hurt

Sometimes I touch my heart
where you rested your head
& I cry alone at night when
you aren't here laying down

It doesn't really matter, though,
staying stuck in the past hurts;
looking to the future without you,
that is truly what doesn't matter

i get confused,
whenever you left a code on your act.
it's like a sign of your complicated mind,
and i haven't learned the language.

you have that barrier to stop me from trying,
it's like there is a quicksand on the space between us.

i never knew how to catch you up,
cause you left me clueless.
there are a part of you that's giving a straight hope
to whom you just connected to,
but the other part is just trying to messed it up.

you got me involved into your game,
you are the hand of your puppets.

i love living life in late night,
or you call it early morning?
i love people in early AM,
they are honest yet more real.
i love the situation between light and dark,
cause' i could feel both cold and warm.
i love midnight conversation,
when people are on their vulnerable side.
i love the feel of quietness,
when ego didn't taking control inside.
i love the night's silence,
cause i could hear myself fully.
i love the time of day changing,
cause it reminded me to keep moving on.
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i love feeling the midnight.

if your personality was a movie,
i would watch it all day.
your smile is an enigma,
i find my head stormed everytime i tried to solve it.
i wonder how could you left that beautiful eye bags,
yet you still looks so fine with it.
you always had stories written on those pair of eyes,
but you never show it as happy or sad.
your mood is my kind of weather.
there's always a reason why you were so magnetic.
always.

it's not good to look forward too far
cause life's not a single lane
decision is a bet, every take pays risk

you have history as a story
and i heard it as a lesson, buddy
don't stuff it alone into your head
cause pressure is deadly

throw away your sorrow
to ring the bell of silver lining