I could dream on the days by.
You look at me, and don’t see me
The best was to hold you tight.
To feel when you are there
Having your hand rest upon me.
I follow you thee, just to meet you once
Down the street I see another figure.
Eyes turned pale and I turned to run
Thinking that you stabbed me with a knife.
There was never another one for me
But you had to choose between lots.
You never knew how I feel
And I still am confused.
Looking through the window pane
I stare at your dwindling stature.
Still have a hope, to be back
I long for your voice and touch.
In the hazy smog, I see you
A shiver ran through my body.
Brittle face of mine, has tears down
You said me those words, finally.
Trying to hold you on tight.
But all I could see was an outline waning.
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