shadows scream, thoughts haunt
searching the missing i lost
reminisce the memories i gave you
times we were together
and in the wake of lonely nights
as i seek the light guiding me to you
i trail your footsteps
but these moist eyes see
a terrible present, a horrible future
of half left of me,
of image that of an insane lover
a heart so close to mine
now wanders distantly
in a valley unknown to me
the fountain of love, so pure
dying to gush
feels like the life's string broken
but the beads still intact
with this hope
the weeping hearts says
its not over yet
untill we both say it so....
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