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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Poet of LOST

Tearing my brain over a job I wish I could change.

Pining over a task needed to complete for people underserving the effort.

Constantly thinking if I deserve you.

You make me unworried.

Praying to God, I am not sure exist.

For brighter day and quiet night.

You make me a believer.

Your smile that lights up the room.

When you are not smiling.

Makes me lost and inside.

From the joy you bring.

The love you gave.

The hope of eternal happiness.

My private joy.

With rose without thorns.

Passion.

Heart.

Love.

My world and so,so ,so much more.

My hope and reason for being great.

To watch an angel sleep.

Deep through the till it slip.

Maybe it is the reason I became so "TRIP".

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