confession with expired creativity June 18, 2009
Posted by meehoon in life, love, philosophy, poem, poetry.Tags: confession, creativity, expired, life, love, past, poem, poetry
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i used up all my lines
my love, remain undefined
hide and seek in the jungle of pines
alone? playing with all my whines
step by step along the line
never, never go astray after the wines
keep by the line
your love, it’s me, who wish to find
am i going crazy
loving you in my fantasy
could i call myself lucky
because i have had you with me
because i have had you with me
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