s . a . i . n . t


He's there..
sometimes without reason.
Calls come in
with least expectations.
Flowers arrive with no initial,
but I know its from who.

Lucky i am?
you tell me now..
I may show a contented smile
fooling them all -
all but me.

Perhaps..you might just be a ghost..
yeah..ghost in my closet..
Your eyes beg me to profess it
the feelings in me that been hold so long.

But i came upon to realise it..
you may not be you..
i may not be the one you want me to be..
nothing may be ur way..
and it just tire me slowly..
you are selfish i can say..
but u got to learn..
i can no longer be there..

so my saint..
Im here to bid my adieu..
Cos` tomorrow will come the shine
which begs for me new..
gonna hurt coz you may not think its fair..
gonna hurt further if you don't really care at all..
reality do bites
but im with all stride
so the destination stops here
thats the best for us

if this should be, i say if this should be --
if we are meant to be
I'll meet you there
if our path shall be crossed again..
for im sure by then..
the road will be of certainty..


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