Standing on the peak of the hill
with no one to stop me to jump into
the oblivion from the mist to hard soil.
I was kissing the uncertainty of the
overwhelming wind that unusually
bade me a cold-hearted good bye.
Death was an easy choice to make
with life ready to leave me in 2 feet away
and thousands martyred moments
begging me to come and mingle
with them for ever and ever.
But NO,this is NOT the end my friend.
I have to be awake in order to pretend
this dream is not a reality indeed....
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Standing on the peak of the hill
with no one to stop me to jump into
the oblivion from the mist to hard soil.
I was kissing the uncertainty of the
overwhelming wind that unusually
bade me a cold-hearted good bye.
Death was an easy choice to make
with life ready to leave me in 2 feet away
and thousands martyred moments
begging me to come and mingle
with them for ever and ever.
But NO,this is NOT the end my friend.
I have to be awake in order to pretend
this dream is not a reality indeed....
Each word ,I felt in my little thing called life!!!
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