Arrived at home. The first thing I saw through the window was a teenage couple making out under the gazebo reminding me of the good old days. From my youngest year, I haven't felt this much of sadness around me. Well, I'm all alone stranded here and something is just missing. Perhaps all I need is just your attention and ... your affection. Perhaps all I need to do is reaching out to you. But I don't want to knock your door, break in and hold you for a ransom. Then what? You can't be shared. You can never get out of that trap. You haven't even tried tossing it away. You don't even try. You don't.
I wish I wish I wish!! But fate speaks against me. Well, there are some things that I can't handle. They are just out of control. But this! This happens, and I am, again, too late. Can't fix it. Let the time tell you the truth. Yes, the time that will never render, the time that will always be at my back, the time that always supports and sustains me through the dark morrows, the time that polishes the rusty stainless heart, the time that never looks back, the time that always runs with me, the time that keeps you dreaming, the time that whispers goodwill and promises all will be just fine, the time that never betrays me, that time that dies for me and you. Yes, that time.
Then now I make up my mind. That I admit that this crusade shall end, that you deserve a meal that's been keeping you full. You might be a fool, but this doesn't seem right. Though the Righteousness that you adore might have bought you a rollerskate, you can't just let the days speeding by and allow it to feel the false sense of security that you give as a sign of hunger that brings about my wrath and condemnation that you will never forget and even that, you are never satisfied. So, what's the point of thinking of you?? Yes, you had better keep on walking the same track whose end comes to an unquestioning, lasting pleasure. Keep on moving, it's not a dead end.
So, bye-bye! I shall never look up to you again, anymore, anyhow."
I wish I wish I wish!! But fate speaks against me. Well, there are some things that I can't handle. They are just out of control. But this! This happens, and I am, again, too late. Can't fix it. Let the time tell you the truth. Yes, the time that will never render, the time that will always be at my back, the time that always supports and sustains me through the dark morrows, the time that polishes the rusty stainless heart, the time that never looks back, the time that always runs with me, the time that keeps you dreaming, the time that whispers goodwill and promises all will be just fine, the time that never betrays me, that time that dies for me and you. Yes, that time.
Then now I make up my mind. That I admit that this crusade shall end, that you deserve a meal that's been keeping you full. You might be a fool, but this doesn't seem right. Though the Righteousness that you adore might have bought you a rollerskate, you can't just let the days speeding by and allow it to feel the false sense of security that you give as a sign of hunger that brings about my wrath and condemnation that you will never forget and even that, you are never satisfied. So, what's the point of thinking of you?? Yes, you had better keep on walking the same track whose end comes to an unquestioning, lasting pleasure. Keep on moving, it's not a dead end.
So, bye-bye! I shall never look up to you again, anymore, anyhow."
"Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again." - William Shakespeare
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