just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Sunday, June 28, 2009
..
it was a dream that i lived with you
a dream that i wanted to come true
n though, it all never ever happened
i cherish it, as a gift from you
how do i tell anyone what it was
what do i explain myself for the loss
only you could realize its essence
but you arent there anymore
how would you know
i wish that i could wake up n see
nothing has happened like how i imagined it to be
you would still adoringly embrace me
n the world would still be heaven for me
alas!
life would take its stride
it would leave us behind
in those memories
n though we would still exist
we wont ever be able to feel
the same old heavenly breeze
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