The Last time, by Zgjim Subscribe to rss feed for Zgjim

It?s the last time 
me waking up holding 
a hazelnut hair.
Holding the left behind of
a night full with joy and pressure.
Wanting to collect them 
till the end of time
So careless and pure
I thought you wished that too.
Made my decision there is
one place in my heart
that place will be named  you.
Have you ever thought about 
what did I do
That made you consume my will and passion
I lost my dreams
You burned your memories
My time lost its meaning
There is no place that holds my space
If I never met you 
I could have never lived
If I never lived
I would have never died
Posted: 2012-05-22 18:58:07 UTC

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