In Counting

Counting the days, I miss more my love
Thoughts of solutions to ease the longing
Are farfetched from comforting
If only I could just kiss her sweet lips
For a full minute or more
And feel her arms encircling my whole body
Like she won't let me go
Breathing, I wish to feel her warm, deep breathe
Then, I'd feel more comfortable

Counting the seconds, the minutes, and the days of the week
I do miss my love so, so much more...


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If Only Photographs

If only photographs could kill
Then I would have died a hundred times
If only photographs could say the words
Then I would have nothing to say now
If only photographs could drive me away
Then I would nowhere be found
If only photographs are stones
Then my dreamworld could have shattered into pieces

I'd like to believe so much in your words,
In your love and affection,
But you're not helping me, my love
It is a pathetic feeling
But what can I do?
I love you so much
Can we live in our dreamworld?
Those photographs remind of the reality
And, I do not want to see them, now or ever...


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