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Sunday, February 3, 2008

Pillars after pillars i remembered walking with you,
those are times when the sun shine brightly among the sky blue,
voices and laughter of you kept rewinding,
eventhough it irritated me when i'm dreaming,

time passes,
i did nothing but stare in blank spaces,
thinking what i did wrong,
while writing you a song,

thinking back those moments,
i realise it cant be wrote in inkments,
it left unspoken in my heart,
which u tore it apart,

you left me unexpectedly and suddenly,
i knew i did something wrong badly,
something that you dont want to share,
cause i know u still care,

sheer cold filled this life of mine,
it felt dark though under the sunshine,
things are different now,
im not myself and the reason i dont even know,

wind blew giving me a sudden cold,
i remember giving you my shirt to keep you away from the cold,
walking home around 3+ in the morning,
after taking the wrong rider home after concert watching,

all this are just memories in me,
cant be buried nor forgotten for internity,
this is just a random poem,
out of my boredom,

inspiration kept rolling in my mind,
walking home at night gave me those rhyme,
well i guess its just over,
due to my mistake or whatsoever,

im done here,
see u around,
keep thinking in memories,
that never dies,

11:12 PM

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