Monday, July 25, 2011

Beads down the stream of eye

It's excruciating how i see your pics and you remind me of every single piece of myself
i can see my face in your face
and how people say we look identical

how the kisses was just memories
and caress might just pass by
secrets and lies
complains and argues

How the hugs occurs for a moment
and taken away by the time itself
bed time talks
good mornings on my eyes
morning meal together

Trips and plans
butterfly and kite
that house
on a hill
silent..
and peaceful..
might be realized

whoever it is
So long..

1 comment:

thinks that