When i'm alone,
listning to a sad tone.
going all about through my memories,
and smiling at the sweet revories.
...
Feeling sick, i'm alone,
because of life, i'm all blown.
there is something in me, that keeps me alive...
...
They create, we follow.
They detoriate, we become hollow.
They form, we accept.
without thinking whats the basic concept.
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When I Miss You
When i'm alone,
listning to a sad tone.
going all about through my memories,
and smiling at the sweet revories.
not noticing the call on my cell,
and ignoring the door bell.
i think of you,
its the time, when i miss you...
While waking on the road,
not feeling my bag's load.
waking in the mid,
similar to an innocent kid.
as if deaf, dumb,
i become numb.
i fall, as i recall the time, when i lied to you,
its the time, when i miss you...
stanging on a bridge,
and hanging on its worn out edge.
throwing pebles into the water,
the ripples formed glitter.
i see your face,
i search in the depth, your trace.
its the time, i feel you,
its the time, when i miss you...
on the terrace as i ly down,
looking towards stars, i forwn.
like orion is, there, i find your shape,
i feel you'll come, alas, agape! !
then i close my eyes and dream about you,
its the time, when i miss you...