I do not dream anymore...
I do not wish anymore....
I dont even have any history of myself anymore....
I am alone without any ambition...
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The time is as ugly as the turtle walk near me....
I am like an orphan in a married institution...
I am here making everything right for you....
For your name is now my name....
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Oh love, should I blame love for every mistake of my life? ....
I am left unknown, making everything work....
I dont feel like living my life anymore....
My life ceases while you are the flag of our boat....
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I do not have anymore life....
While you are playing the band of your life....
I am sick, completely sick of all my parts....
It is meaningless for my own desires....
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All barricades comes alive, breathing and living....
Everyday is a waiting day for me....
I keep turning the wheel of fortune for you...
But i cant ask the turtle time of my life to start running...
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I can not see the mirror everyday....
As now my despair have a face...
I can not be myself even for just a second....
As now my own will have bills to pay...
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I am hurt, I perfectly hurt my own heart....
No one can hear my deepest crying....
For the band plays the music out loud...
Playing the happy tone everyone wanted to hear....
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Nobody knows, I pour my dreams on the street....
I am tired, I am exhausted, like a dead bird....
I have a fatique, of pretending to be happy....
Raising your flag above my head, but i am a way down here...
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You have deprived me of all my dreams...
You have emptied all the words of mine....
Though, I was talented, so talented...
Before I knew love can do this much to all my dreams....
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This love is killing me....
And I no longer can stop the wheel from turning...
Things will keep on rolling like the time flying....
I keep making everything right for your liking....
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With all the glimpse of glory from your name...
I'll die alone with my dreams beautifully laying next to me...
Though, you will always see me standing strongly....
As I let you playing the music of your life, perfectly! ...
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Copyright @ Eva Clara Harahap'July 2011
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With So Much Love and Respect,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem