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If memories were the sands in the hourglass
I'd keep turning it over to relive the happier past
To the starless nights and naive hopes
and everything in between before the down hill slope

Somehow the pieces didn't fit right
One end's loose, the other too tight
Wasted times and wasted tears
Consumed by overwhelming fears

No amount of my apology could undo the done
Our fairy tale died, and bleak reality won
Perhaps I could have gotten a stronger heart
but I suppose I wrecked my own part

Excess of reason and overpowering ambitions
Suffocating doubts and futures uncertain
Too afraid of hurting that I hacked my own nerves
The prize too good for what I deserve

There's a void now where my heart once was
It was too intense for my own good, I suppose
Who'd ever thought it'd bleed as it does

A turmoil of emotions, too ambivalent to compose

Despite it all, we still walk with the world
Don't miss your train like I did
Wheels against steel, a deafening silence
As the train, along with you, disappeared into the distance

Whatever happens next, only time will tell.

All the same,
I wish you well. 


nurmujahidah said…
jgn la sdey2,,, isk2

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