‎Friday, ‎May ‎31, ‎2013

Most of the time I am a lover
Sometimes I am a friend
While some days I become child,
That’s when i find my life and delude mine
And there comes my final blow, reminiscent
Regrets, apologize, faults and missing
I hold on to these rebellion notions and why’s
I am part of their memory and their mines
I haven’t lived enough there to accept its life
My friend, my lover, my family
You are fading too soon in the name of time
While I be the reckless child, temporary mind
Forgive me for the wasted years, I am a child
Let me repair for my not knowing crime.

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