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You were at the park, sitting all alone I slowly walk towards you, like coming back home You look so devastated, so i red you between the lines I saw something bright into your eyes that makes me gaze from time to time An interesting story, written by a majestic multi-awarded author I want to be with you in a journey, that's all I ever hoped for To knit some memories with you, to treasure every moments Replace the aura of this place with pure euphoria elements I want to be your jester, to tell jokes whenever you want to laugh To do something distinct, like seeking the 'Great Perhaps' But then you keep on telling me about this ghost in your past that haunts you I listened like a child craving for bed time stories, that's what you want to All of my thoughts suddenly dispersed and tossed like waste, This will all end soon like my oblivious phase.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
'Infatuation'
You were at the park, sitting all alone I slowly walk towards you, like coming back home You look so devastated, so i red you between the lines I saw something bright into your eyes that makes me gaze from time to time An interesting story, written by a majestic multi-awarded author I want to be with you in a journey, that's all I ever hoped for To knit some memories with you, to treasure every moments Replace the aura of this place with pure euphoria elements I want to be your jester, to tell jokes whenever you want to laugh To do something distinct, like seeking the 'Great Perhaps' But then you keep on telling me about this ghost in your past that haunts you I listened like a child craving for bed time stories, that's what you want to All of my thoughts suddenly dispersed and tossed like waste, This will all end soon like my oblivious phase.
We've all been in this situation. An intense feeling towards someone. Our thoughts became connected to each point. Like a constellation. We come to think an adventure with someone whom we liked so deep. But then, it's just an infatuation and it will all end soon. I hope I explained it well. Forgive me. I'm so drained. From the album 'Unorthodox Kind of Poet' I'll publish it soon 7/6/15
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
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