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Reyn Moico Feb 2017
" We dance
In the melodies of our heart
On that night
When everything shines so bright
Our hands
Holding tight
Like it's gonna be the last time of ours. . . "
Reyn Moico Feb 2017
If I'd be given a chance to live another life
I will choose to wake up every morning by your side
And fall asleep over and over everytime I hear you lull

If I'd be given a chance to live another life
I want to feel your hands over my arms again
As I take my step when my knees can't stir enough

If I'd be given a chance to live another life
I want you to be my date in every day of the Month
Cause I don't want any girl other than the most beautiful lady on my sight

If I'd be given a chance to live another life
I want to spend the rest of it by just looking into your eyes
The way how I saw the joy in them when you see me smile

If I'd be given a chance to live another life
I will wish upon the stars to have you for the second time around
And cherish every moments we should ever had
Ma. . .
Reyn Moico Jan 2017
The Sun rises, it's a new day.
But nothing's new.
Different date but same atmosphere.
I had to wake up, not because the **** started to crow or the clock started to rang— never set an alarm either... But because of morning sunlight entering the room hits my eye, and I had to get up to close the curtain and to continue to sleep again; which I started for about an hour ago.

I get out of bed at 2:00pm.
Having a sip of coffee nor a slice of bread and cheese is out of my thought. Who would have had a breakfast at afternoon anyway?
I already misses lunch.
Because I'm dead asleep when my brother came into my room and tried to wake me for food.
All of them have already eaten, and the dishes are waiting for me.
Am I hungry? Perhaps... Maybe I'm too lazy to prepare my own food, or maybe I'm too exhausted... Too exhausted to live.

Nothing excites me anymore.
It felt like I'm a dead soul inside a living flesh.
I do often ask myself, why do these things happen?
Why do I continue living this sort?
Why am I still breathing?
Why I always fail to end it in my own hand for many times for which I cannot comprehend?
Is this the wrath they are saying?
And the Gods and Goddesses wants me to suffer for all the impieties I have made.
Maybe I was lucky.
A lucky ******* indeed.
Too lucky to live, too unfortunate to have this ****.

Else I was just exaggerating words out of things.
Yeah, I'm not the only one who's in this boat.
Others suffer in their boot.
Tomorrow's another day, but surely it's not new to me.
Life's a wonderful adversary in a tough battle.
And I will surely lose— no one have ever won anyway. Maybe successful. But they all had their tombs.
It's a tough battle in which nobody wins.
But I will never let my guard down.
Death is not for me at this time.
But will surely come to me.
No... It will come for us.
They're just hiding in silence waiting for the right time to bite.
Live
Reyn Moico Jan 2017
You are a work of art
A canvas drawn with scars and painted with blood
You are a work of art
A beautiful scenery amidst the dark and the odd'
You are a work of art
An abstract which I barely understand
You are a work of art
A luxurious piece I will never had—
Reyn Moico Jan 2017
A preacher
Who preaches
To be able
To get richer—
It's nonsense
Reyn Moico Jul 2016
"I am the 'toughest warrior'
The bravest of them all
Behind this shining armour
A galoot starts to topple"
#4lines #foolish
drip. drop. drip. drop.
hear the pain?
dancing under the purple rain
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©IGMS
'cause the rain is the bravest of all
for it is not afraid to fall
and you're all deaf
'cause you don't hear
the hurt of
-
and you're all blind
'cause you don't see
the color of
-
the falling purple rain
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