Hodaya Peles

I'm sitting in front my computer.
The four walls around accompany me while I'm here and my phone sings some Belle And Sebastian.
This is my kingdom, my best secret place, even if it's not a secret.
Here my imagination comes alive, letting me take a piece of me and bring it out.
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It's not just about you and me.
Can't you see what I see?
It's not what I wanted and it's can not be it.
Like the sand runs in the hourglass the beauty of old times goes and you're left only with a memory.
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Laying in bed and staring at the ceiling.
The headphones in my ears but no music is playing.
Only silence in an useless day.
I breath slowly and feel the cold air in my lungs.
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When I saw your dead body on the horrible white sheets, my heart stopped.
Tears fell from my eyes and I knew, you will be buried today.
The missing suffocated me and my soul was dying inside.
I just wanted to touch you for one more time.
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I sit in front of her and I don't know what to say.
Everyone is dying around and all I left to do is to look.
Same old story, same old thing.
I want to hug her, I want to say something but instead I put my ice queen mask and run away.
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We all are living stories.
Everyone has their own story.
Some collides, some separates and some ends.
And what is mine?
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If today was my last day, what would I do?
That's not the first time I ask myself this question but now I can take it more seriously.
I think, my answer for this would be, create something.
I'm not really a poet.
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If I could tell you I will always love you.
If I could tell you I will never go away, I would hold you strongly in my arms and kiss you gently till your tears would dry.
But I can't.
I never stay.
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What if I will leave tomorrow?
Will you still smile that bright smile of yours?
Will you still laugh cheerfully?
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Thank you the one I have never met.
Thank you for making me want to be the best I can.
Thank you for being the one I needed.
Thank you for every second you live in my mind.
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Looking on my reflection.
I look on that girl.
I don't know her.
Are we really the same one?
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Days after high school are like an empty space.
You see your friends leaving and it seems like you stayed behind.
Everyone feels it, everyone knows it, but no one will admit it.
Life are not High School Musical and we are not living in a movie.
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I find myself living in my daydreams.
The reality clock Is moving slow and I stand like a doll on a shelf.
Nothing is happening, I'm just waiting.
But why? I just don't know.
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Without our dreams, we are not more than dolls. looks real but empty inside.
So fight for your dreams, cause when a person fight for his dreams, he fights for his life.
Life roads can be confusing and hard times come, but the hope keeps you alive.
The dreams are the fire in our souls and the hope is the light on our darkest nights.
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