Missing
What I call
, What I saw , what Isay.
What had
laid, in my mind, in this time.
Why I misses,
your breath, in my arm
What had
been , going on , in my soul.
Why I saw
, you in dreams, all the time.
Which no
alarm clock can , wake me up
Even see,
your shadow , on tea cups
What had
been, going on , in my mind.
I never,
ever , care someone
I had none,
girl I love , ever before
But right
now, god know why, there I found,
Someone
that , I love , and love me.
Queen
of night
On the sky,
there you are, queen of night
You are
white, with yellow, show by light
There's
black, all over, on your side.
How can
you, keep standing, all alone
Yes, you
are, nothing, just the moon
And very
soon, you will say, bye to me
Morning
come, you will rest , under sea.
But please
be, here and stay, with me now.
Can I talk
, to you , this midnight?
Show your
wise, feelings, say to me
Share your
dream , share with me, make me see
What's really,
the feeling, of the moon
Every night,
I try hard, look at you.
I look though,
your appearance, of beauty
I can see,
the heart, of legacy
Loneliness,
cover your, light of queen.
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funeral
Why I feel
that I can't stand the weight of my mind anymore, it just like nothing
but to carrying galaxies on the shoulders, although , it's just the feeling…
Which love
turns to careness, and "careness" itself turns to dust of forgotten memory
that would never touch the wall your consciousness.
I
wish my careness would even dive into your unconsciousness, so that we
can pass the winter and start the spring of our love.
But
unfortunately my careness didn't make it, it died while trying to help
you fight with your own conflicts of emotions, It's dead…..!
Missing
Voices.
Tonight,
I wait and sit.
With hope,
I hope and wish.
I wish,
Please call me now.
Right now,
I wait for you.
Tonight,
I missing the voice of angle.
Which's
soft, beauty, and innocence.
Where are
you , tonight ,my angle.
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