Many night I subconsciously sit awe,

Thinking about your eloquence and debonair,

Even during the times of wreck,were my head was an avenue for Mumbo-Jumbo,

It would still effortlessly draw your resplendent features.





Have gazed endlessly at the road you came from,

Hoping mother earth would bring forth your hazel eye,

But my hope seems to be whirling away,

Dancing at the mockery of my helpless self.




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My body often smirk at my hapless heart,

Wondering why it keeps longing for someone who had findeth succor in another man's hand,

Secretly longing if it could help,

But knowing every chase would be a futile attempt.




Because tomorrow he'll still be there,

Hoping for something so far away
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But if only wishes were horses,

He would have carried his love to the door of the one he truly loved

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