15 November 2009

One last grip before i fall.

One piece by two paths

Slides to the last great

Creeping to the dead, hardly reach the fastest life

I’m still finding the truth.

Asking plea by plea


Tip toed to you

Hoping for the best you could do

Sometimes to be the second is the best choice

But to have the second chance is a threadlike hope.


Way too distant to have you

Way too deep, ‘yo te amo’

Way too hard to get into you

Way too hasty to let go off you

Way too tough to forget who you are.


Here is to you,

My tiny-lil’-way too simple wish,

Oh, please don’t say you won’t stay...





Staring the one from far, hoping someday you will realize.

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