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Oct 2013
He took my hand,
And there we run together-
To the pink grassed field.
Where rainbow colors of roses grows,
Where unicorns were born,
Where people only talk no lies.

He took my hand,
And there we dance together-
Under the moonlight.
Ever so romantic.
I tripped a few times,
But he only smiles,
Saying, oh my pretty darling,
Your flaws are what makes you perfect.

He took my hand,
And sit mirroring me,
He took out his dusty old guitar-
That totally out of tune.
He serenaded to me.
Of how he feels towards me.
Of how he thinks about me.
Of what he planned to do together with me.

He took my hand,
And we walk down the aisle-
In the sky, amidst the stars.
He promised me,
That he'll be my half,
That he'll give his heart to me,
That he'll trade souls with me.

Then,
He slowly loosen the tight of our hand,
He let go of my hand.
Still wearing that smile,
Still having that shimmer in his eyes,
Backing away,
Ever so slowly,
And leave me alone, drowning in my own tears.
Irah Rahim
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