A photograph in my hand
Of a stranger that came to my land
It was a long long time ago
When compassion was greater than ego
My heart was a barren gift
Where in, now, that stranger just fits
But the truth was only bitter
For all that is gold does not glitter
The stranger had left as quick as a flash
And my heart's desires just turned to ash
The reality had finally hitted so hard
All it stayed here were his open cards
Now as I lay here on my bed
With all his memories in my head
I wish so hard to turn back the time
Where I could have avoided this lovely crime
Of becoming so perfect with the imperfect stranger
And let him become my life changer!
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
A photograph in my hand
Of a stranger that came to my land
It was a long long time ago
When compassion was greater than ego
My heart was a barren gift
Where in, now, that stranger just fits
But the truth was only bitter
For all that is gold does not glitter
The stranger had left as quick as a flash
And my heart's desires just turned to ash
The reality had finally hitted so hard
All it stayed here were his open cards
Now as I lay here on my bed
With all his memories in my head
I wish so hard to turn back the time
Where I could have avoided this lovely crime
Of becoming so perfect with the imperfect stranger
And let him become my life changer!
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