 | I chase time. I chase dream. But will it mean I lose everything in between? Mama says head on, Ayah says stay. Shall I let nature takes its course, knowing that I will not be able to handle its dip of failure. Why do we dream too much in the first place?
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
12:17 PM
Style of your hair
Shape of your eyes and your nose
The way you stare...
As if you see, right through to my soul
It's your left hand and the way
That it's not quite as big as your right
The way you stand in the mirror...
Before we go out at night
A quiet time... your beautiful mind...
They're a part of the list
Things that I miss...
Things like your, funny little laugh
The way you smile or the way we kiss
What I noticed is this...
I come up with
Something new, every single time
That I sit an reminisce
The way you sweet smell
Lingers when you leave a room (you leave a room)
Stories you tell as we lay
In bed all afternoon (all afternoon)
I dreamed you now every night
In my mind is where we meet (in my mind is where we meet)
And when I'm awake
Staring at pictures of you asleep
Touching your face... invading you space
They're a part of the list
Things that I miss...
Things like your, funny little laugh
The way you smile or the way we kiss
What I noticed is this...
I come up with
Something new, every single time
That I sit an reminisce
And you'll live in my...
Memories, forever more I swear
And you'll live in my...
Memories, forever more I swear
They're a part of the list
Things that I miss...
Things like your, funny little laugh
The way you smile or the way we kiss.
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