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Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Say goodnight and go

I run from hate. I run from prejudice. I run from pessimists. But I run too late.
I run my life. Or is it running me? Run from my past, I run too fast. Or too slow it seems?

When lies become the truth, that's when I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster, into a new disaster so I run to you. I run to you baby. And when it all starts coming undone, baby you're the only one I run to.

I run to you.

We run on fumes. Your life and mine, like the sands of time, slippin' right on through. And our love's the only truth, that's why I run to you.

I run to you when everything seems impossible. I run to you when I failed my attempt to forget you. I run to you when I thought I can't do it anymore. I run to you when I want to know that you're still alive, still breathing, still wondering somewhere on Earth. Sometimes, I just couldn't find you. Or is it you that just doesn't want to be found? Sometimes, you would show up. Did you hear my prayers, baby? And sometimes when I've found you, you just told me it'll be okay. You told me everything will be just fine. You didn't ask me to run, you just told me that it'll be okay.

It'll be just you. I can't try to let you go anymore any harder. My head is spinning like mad right now. I just have to let you slip away off my mind and eventually it will happen as the time rolls. And if it doesn't, you'll be the scar that etched on my heart and stays forever.

I've learnt that the truth is the truth and it tells nothing but only the truth. In these case, the fact that you're gone.


My nights are getting colder. My days are getting slower each day. It makes me dread. It's cold down here.

It's a cold cold world. Empty and hollowed.

And this time round, I can't run to you anymore if I failed. I've promised you. I missed you so much. I missed that pair of black eyes that shines and glows through the night when I look at you. I missed those wide smile. I missed your crowfeet eyes. I miss your warmthness, the burning flame of love passion that you always had when I'm around you. We were always better together. I knew I can't have all that anymore.


In peace, that's where you will be. I love you.


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

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