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15 years and still counting..
15 years of my life has passed,
Keep playing the guessing game alone,
I'm still waiting for the person I could share, I could talk with
My solitary mind.
Around the world I've searched for you,
I still could not find your hiding place,
I'll keep looking for you as long as I can
The person that I have reserved..
Counting, counting my fingers, the time that I've spent,
Crying, crying by myself each time I break down,
Hold my hands tight, pray hard that I could meet you.
I'm a 15 year old girl with no best friend,
Still searching for her true friend,
Alone by myself, biting my fingers
To stop my heart from talking out...
If I'm fated not to meet you,
I won't hate you, I won't hate you,
I'll keep my memories for you,
Until your sight appears in front of me..
No life is short,
I'll get the chance to meet you..
In whatever situation...
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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