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Oct 2014
Yesterday was a strange age
A man I met with a strange look
Who holds his chin like a quartz
and loves his self like a tsar.
He was a callous; the only man I’ve met
With a scar of grief, his yesterday’s foresee.
It was all about yesterday,
The age where my age had changed by the view
And the strange had changed by a scene
Where love existed from nowhere to be found.
And blemish had turn into a lovely scar.
Yesterday, when no one sees the pain
And no one feels the scar.
Yesterday, when no one hears the cries
And no one tastes the tears.
Yesterday, when gladness spread his wings
And rhythm sings her piece.
Yesterday, when two hearts bloom
With two hands rekindled by forever.
When someone spares those magic words.
And someone believed it never ends.
How time flies without his wings was still a mystery
But knowing how to love the most imperfect man in the world
Was never been veiled
it hath never been that tough.
Yet the movie ends when music stops
Then curtains closed when lights go fade.
The scene was done and actors waved
Goodbye awaits, a farewell peeks.
It just happened.
Now we’re done
Everything had just happened
the day before this age
When today, pain, and end don’t just exist.
Written by
psyche  24/F/Philippines
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