Missy Melita

Long for the ride of a passion,
Out of home, for an obsession,
Face the rivers, scars the hills,
Always memorize desire can kill.
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It takes too hard for me
Just to make sure
That I have someone
Whom I could call a friend.
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The rhyme of a friend
Is what you always hum in your heart,
And there will be no when
You and her in a different part.
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Now you've lied.
All you need is to confess.
I lost my faith,
I lost you.
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No one knows about destiny.
But whatever it is…
It does fairly.
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Though I had the pain,
And all emotions were spoiled,
I still hunt crazily,
For a single blissful spot,
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Her bloom... Her blossom...
Spreads everywhere...
Her gloom... Her painful...
Overflows everywhere...
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Thou wave and the pasture painted green,
Thou speak and fairness ready to win.
Thou finger and flowers stand to bloom,
Thou sob and seas blaze in gloom.
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When I hear the moon sings,
I imagine when you sing to me.
When I see the stars around me,
I wonder where you are.
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Surely I have no fear,
For you with me, my dear.
Though I may not hear,
I believe your love is near.
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I always pray for you.
I always want to know deeper about you.
I always afraid about farewell.
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The rain is falling down,
And I'm carried away,
Into the tenderness,
And voice of its song,
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When your sight gathers in one vision,
Be sure and do not doubt,
For what you see is never far from your belief,
Like the exploding emotions blend in one child’s heart.
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When you are reversed and you lost your way,
The teeth tremble and your feet shiver,
No place is safe and everyday is danger,
And your faith is as thin as the air,
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Moments collapsed behind me,
All had gone, all had faded.
I was once as frail as weed,
Today I am permanent as a tree.
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and she takes the deepest bow,

in front of the rainbow.
sticking her life in a jigsaw,
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Here I'm all alone,

Nothing but the hum of the rain.
Still my memoir has not gone,
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I smiled,
And my eyes shine in mild.
I laughed,
Because nothing was left.
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I stare the empty glass
Noiselessly and silently
With nothing outside my world
Just the echo of the scream.
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It is me,
Again with a bended knee.
Beneath the freeze dark air,
This is the last soul I could bare.
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