There's a shop right across the street,
Spacious and picturesque with beautiful marble concrete.
It sells the same boring painting of a sad man,
But something about it makes me complete.
Although I hate it, I could relate to his pain
He look gloomy but his eyes won't accept defeat
We stare at each other, look away and then stare again
Maybe we both long for the same thing
Surviving each day overcoming what life bring

There's a shop right across the street
It sells the same boring painting of a sad man
The shop right across the street is a mirror store,
And I go there everyday.

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Sitting under the moon light
Humming the song I wrote for her
Hoping it'd bring a smile to her face but she don't sing along,
She know all the words but she don't sing along.

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We're all just a book for others to discover and read.

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The last leaf on a tree
Praying the wind to remain calm
If only I could tell you
That the leaf was you.
Now all that bother me is unanswered questions,
Is it even okay to pen this thought?
I think the distance had us fooled;
Or maybe I'm just in a delusion.
It's getting harder to seperate illusions from reality,
But right now, I will calmly fool my heart into believing that the footprints on the snow will lead to you.

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Living under one roof;
But the windows showing unfamiliar view
Like having two distinct lens in the same glasses,
Sometimes different perspective distorts the truth.

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Dew drops tells a tale
Of lives lived too short
The purest drop of heaven
In the evening; lost and forgotten.

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Married to the struggle,
Happiness left me
Hello darkness, we meet again.

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If I was a candle that illuminates a dark room, will my light ever reach the darkest corner of your soul?
If you were a clothe that warms a bare body, would you wrap around me like a child clinging on his mother's tender breast?
If my writings could scream, would you notice YOURSELF in everything I write?

Endless emotions captured in writings; if only I had the courage to approach you.

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Beautiful winter morning;
Sad view of loneliness
The mirror I stare into.

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Merry kids on the playground;
Caressing mother earth's green hair
Beneath lies the bodies of forgotten war heroes.

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