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The world outside?
It can be chaotic.
God Does What God Likes.
What we break, God May Fix
or Leave Shattered, just like that.
I try not to experience
your loss and sadness
as everyone moved on,
or away, not staying long.
Too many statements
Every day is basically the same.
We’ve become hamsters in our own spinning wheels.
It’s the familiar, boring game.
We’re going round and round on our heels.
The world’s become a scarier place.
Tell you what?
They’ll suggest that accept
that this has never been a perfect world.
One way or another,
we’re all bound to hurt,
so just deal with it.
All my beloved ones made me suffer burning pain.
My soul was bleeding so I promised not to fall in love again.
Last month I broke my promise though I knew it was insane.
I’ve travelled at the speed of light towards your heart.
We hear each other breathing long distances apart.
That is one question
you may never have the guts
to say out loud
here, right to my face.
You can’t fool me with your expressions.
This is why Time Machine is only fiction
You can only look back
to search for what you’ve lacked:
Words you should’ve said…
The dawn isn’t close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.
It turns out
a decade and more
are still not enough
to know you as a whole.
I can still see the beauty in your soul,
They say patience is a virtue
and fairy tales aren’t true.
There’s no such thing as ‘love at a first sight.
Such a childish mentality isn’t right.
I know we’ve just met
My eyes should rest
And so should I
I am so tired of this, at all
I want to feel alive again
At least for once
That would be nice
I’ve decided to keep my old vow
that I shall never love
anyone like I’ve loved you.
No, please don’t say ‘wow’.
I don’t mean it as a compliment.
There’s still a lot about me, oblivious to you.
