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Who are you?


Fine days, fine sunshine when it touches my skin.
Sweet rain, good quality when it punches through the ground.
Assisting life to start all over again.
Great waves for the fishes, that has the finest Fin.
With delightful dreams that I have bound.
It’s a perfect world, it’s a perfect place.
Until you came along.
It’s was like a thunder cloud blocking the sun.

Like any ordinary day, when the flower dances for the sun.
Good things are coming my way,
Then the package of despair came to my door.
It was you, it was the full you,
With the eyes of a hawk that symbolizes a gun.

With one glance that will murder, and pierce the heart to the core.
I welcomed you into my domain, with hospitality.
Didn’t realize it was a wrong move, which will affect me and everything else.
What seemed to me a delicate flower, nice reality.
Was a poisonous spider eating a poisonous fly, actuality.
Having the tail of destruction, as she walks.
Swaying back and forth, and planting chaos in the ground.
My life won’t be the same.

I want to live my life again, who are you?
You said you where leaving, but it’s like its taking for ever.
I want to live my life again, who are you?
I want you to drift away like the stars.

Bad times, too many bad times. Ever since you stayed.
It’s getting old, but it feels fresh every time you look at me.
I tried to run away, but it’s like your apart of my shadow.
You said you’ll stay, just one more day.
Still it feels like a buzzing bee.
I just can’t get the feeling out of my head.

Bad days, bad sunshine as it smacks my skin.
Sour rain, sour quality when it punches through the ground.
Assisting life to keep moving forward, until it dies.
Great oil for the fishes, that was made to be killed and lie.
With delightful dreams that I have bound.
It was a perfect world, it was a perfect place.
Until you came along.
It’s was like a thunder cloud blocking the sun.
Still I wish to be the wind that blows it away.

Finally, you drifted away.
Picking up all of the trash behind you.
As I smelled the fresh air to welcome back its stay.
You slowly turned around to me.
Until that day on, I knew one day you’ll come back again.


 
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sai.I

I'm a muslim who love anime, write poems (duuuh), draw manga, try new foods, and act weird XD

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