A year from previous eight months
Not a single second can tell
Fifty years from now
No fate can speak up its mind for our existence
I’ve been dying from the moment I crave your scent
Right up till now
You are my forever and unforgotten
Sometimes, just sometimes
Everything I wish for is only a slight of you
But never once your story is about me
I’m dreaming awake
Dreaming to miss you
Dreaming to grasp a second moment of you beings
For this moment of truth
For this moment of flashback
For this moment of desperation
Dare I say
I’ve been missing you for so long
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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