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I am a little drop of tear Falling from the eye of a soul in heaven Willing to make his lover hear That he watches her twenty four seven. At the moment of despair When he sighs out warm air I make my way back to him As if I was called upon by the grim To finish my journey on land And come back with memories hand in hand. He never notices me Since I am a ****** dew So he never sees That the people I trust are just few, The people I love the most Are limited in my heart. I fall again When he cries for his lover I tap my fingers on her window But she ignores it as she doesn't know How much effort it takes To help someone reunite How much tantrums people make When they have a fight. His screams growl in the sky The lightning flickers like a broken bulb I am too shy To tell I'm not comfortable being his messenger When I have a message for him But I still try, To reach her, Endeavoring to break her window With the infuriated winds To try and tell her he left But now he only thinks About her and no one else Not even the one beside him, his messenger The shy messenger, the silent one Trying to wake up the resilient, His lover, who has become deaf After years of misery and listening to the heaven's cry Without realising that it was her lover, And an effort of the lonely messenger to make them reunite. I am the small part of this story, The story of three lovers, I being the messenger Being the soft and small part of his tear, Reaching his lover, Trying to make her smile, Trying to make him smile But as the rainy season ends, All the tears freeze, The cold winds start to blow, The hard to bear heavy breeze, I regret to make a delay In trying to make him smile in glee For all my petty efforts failed To make him see that day When like all the romantic stories End in a cliche.
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Cliché
I am a little drop of tear Falling from the eye of a soul in heaven Willing to make his lover hear That he watches her twenty four seven. At the moment of despair When he sighs out warm air I make my way back to him As if I was called upon by the grim To finish my journey on land And come back with memories hand in hand. He never notices me Since I am a ****** dew So he never sees That the people I trust are just few, The people I love the most Are limited in my heart. I fall again When he cries for his lover I tap my fingers on her window But she ignores it as she doesn't know How much effort it takes To help someone reunite How much tantrums people make When they have a fight. His screams growl in the sky The lightning flickers like a broken bulb I am too shy To tell I'm not comfortable being his messenger When I have a message for him But I still try, To reach her, Endeavoring to break her window With the infuriated winds To try and tell her he left But now he only thinks About her and no one else Not even the one beside him, his messenger The shy messenger, the silent one Trying to wake up the resilient, His lover, who has become deaf After years of misery and listening to the heaven's cry Without realising that it was her lover, And an effort of the lonely messenger to make them reunite. I am the small part of this story, The story of three lovers, I being the messenger Being the soft and small part of his tear, Reaching his lover, Trying to make her smile, Trying to make him smile But as the rainy season ends, All the tears freeze, The cold winds start to blow, The hard to bear heavy breeze, I regret to make a delay In trying to make him smile in glee For all my petty efforts failed To make him see that day When like all the romantic stories End in a cliche.
So I kind of made up a story here. Although I wasn't able to comprehend it right. It's actually like all the typical love stories in which there is a man who loves someone a lot and then there is his friend who loves him more than anything. The man and his lover ended their relationship but now the man misses her and is mostly sad. The man's lover isn't that well aware how much he still loves her and the man's friend just to see him happy tries to reach his lover and tries to reunite them. So at the end the girl failed to do so and regrets her failure. Whatever, it's just something random.
its-crimson
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
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