Saturday, August 13, 2011

Our grip

Days has gone by in just a blink of eye,
I still heard no news or sign of you,
It seems like you're running out of my sight,
Until now I still have no clue.

One day when the summer leaves fall,
The tears of mine I will catch and pour,
Breaking away in a million ways,
I closed my eyes and I chase.

Among everything I had that crushed,
You were the best thing I never want to lose,
But nothing were built to last,
Will we ever know what is the truth?


Written and edited by  
Chopsticks Jacky.lxf 

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