we did not really
make it
that is a fact
you carved a way of
your own
into the labyrinths of
love
into some careers
a family of your own
another land
where you pursued
all your dreams
and they all come true
i supposed so
when we meet again
i will tell you of all
the reasons that only
my reasons knew
and i know that you
perfectly understand why
i never told you that
i love you
but it did not mean that
i never did.
there are reasons that
only reasons knew
and i will never never
tell you
be happy, just be happy
do not ask me
i have known to handle
all these
from here to there
from our beginning till
my end.
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