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After all the times we spent together

The day has come for us to go our separate ways

I sense weakness inside me every time I try to remember this

Your warmth turn into fire that burn me

If you recall we were very alike,right?

Whether it was our untruthful words

Or our retreating figures that pretended to be brave

I'm sure the circumstances are the same for the both of us

After all we had our mutual emotions too

The dreams that I wanted to grasp

Always being buried by my own answers to my questions

within the interval of wishes

I wonder if right now,will I be reflected in your happy eyes?

I'm not strong enough to tell you about my feeling of insecurity

I bore my wounds within the fragments of regret

But I will keep moving forward toward the skies we have traveled

Because they have freedom which is similar to solitude

Maybe right now holding not your hands but holding on to my hopes 

 

Author's Note

My brain freeze when I try to give a title to this so I'll let you decide :P

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Buried By My Own Answers..............holding on to hope even when we are afraid. Wanting to see your own reflection in the eyes that you love.......such yearning in this confessional piece. Well done Labu