The thing wanted most,
Stands 20ft away in the middle of the frozen lake.
Yet I'll still run for it in hope the ice won't crack.
Am I inclined on this path?
The dime within the rugged exterior
Is too intriguing to resist.
The ice is thinning, every second is too late.
Unless I proceed slowly and stop at regular intervals.
It will stand stationary.

Serving through stillness,
the water drips a thick red.
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Success with lack of reason,
loss of all hope.
Dueces & goodbye.

Plainly living without purpose.                               h         to contentment.
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Desert dry with dripping sweat,                     a
finding yourself will lead you on the        p

Some things happen
But I can't seem to figure.

                               When they left themselves,
                                        They disappeared like affection.

It's been 1 year, 4 months, 3 days since our regret.

                                                                 I'm alive but slowly dying.
                         What's the difference?
Do I yield in the pool which draws me in.

                                                                    Come back and stay.

Is it the same for you?

When I grow, I stand tall.
When I jump, I feel small.
When I breathe I feel alone.
When I die, I'll feel home.

17 reasons to mark the date of your birth,
I'll find and find and be defined by your terms.
Take me with you when you go,
Commerce and Science.
Opposites attract.

No comforting hug can beat yours.
No branch of emotions can beat your stability.
No problem can subdue your determination.
No drum will beat louder than your success.
No one will beat you in the fight.
No heart beat can match with yours
Other than mine.

Woke in a start in the middle of the night.
There's something in the cold dark room.
A hidden creature.
I reach for my lamp and all I see is a face.
A face with endless black sockets where eyes are meant to be.
It lunges forward I throw my sheet over it and run.
Diving through the front door and into the night.
I run for the road not looking back.
Then it appears in front of me.
Next thing I knew...
I died that night.

In the blink of an eye I wake up 7 years ago,
New York Times whisper by.
Where is my Sleeping Beauty?
She seems to have lost me now.

How long have we been together?
Why does it feel like I am now...
With you after so long?
In your arms....
After so long?

Miss...Kaun ** Tum?