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There you are standing by the window Hands inside your pockets You are staring outside Contemplating... I called your name But you seem so preoccupied You keep staring outside As if mesmerize by the falling autumn leaves I called you again This time more louder Hoping you will hear Hoping it will penetrate thru your thoughts Again...you never hear my voice I stare at your back Yes it is you standing there Within my reach But why can't you hear me? Soft winds blow ruffling the curtains A bit of a cold air touched my arms Hugging myself I look at the mirror across me I look someone who just woke up from sleep Hair tussled Eyes still half close. I turn back towards the window Now it's empty You are gone In a moment you escape me. Were you just an illusion? A figment of my immagination? A wishful thinking... My heart's longing. I realize it's hallucination That keeps on popping every now and then Not even a dream where I can stay asleep and prolong the moment No, it is hallucination Sadly, so fleeting... Leaving emptiness within as I sigh Uttering your name in a whisper.
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
Hallucination
There you are standing by the window Hands inside your pockets You are staring outside Contemplating... I called your name But you seem so preoccupied You keep staring outside As if mesmerize by the falling autumn leaves I called you again This time more louder Hoping you will hear Hoping it will penetrate thru your thoughts Again...you never hear my voice I stare at your back Yes it is you standing there Within my reach But why can't you hear me? Soft winds blow ruffling the curtains A bit of a cold air touched my arms Hugging myself I look at the mirror across me I look someone who just woke up from sleep Hair tussled Eyes still half close. I turn back towards the window Now it's empty You are gone In a moment you escape me. Were you just an illusion? A figment of my immagination? A wishful thinking... My heart's longing. I realize it's hallucination That keeps on popping every now and then Not even a dream where I can stay asleep and prolong the moment No, it is hallucination Sadly, so fleeting... Leaving emptiness within as I sigh Uttering your name in a whisper.
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struggling-pen
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
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