Thread: (u_u)

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Baa~ ... Sorry for posting a lame.. long-winded poem... ^^lll
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All there is around me,
All the people sees me,
What makes my presence so known?
It's not like that there is something I own.
For I am so alone.
In the city I walk,
For countless minutes I talk,
To no one by my side.

I'm so lame,
Yet I have the fame,
Still it's such a shame,
Well, guess it's just a game.

Walls I leaned on,
Falls somewhere deep in my mind,
Why can't I stop thinking so much?
About wanting that loving touch.
For I have never had a friend,
Whom I can live till the end.

It's like something gold,
that it shoudn't be sold,
Even if it gets old,
Unless I am cold.

As I pass by glasses with my reflections,
I thought I saw myself smiling,
But all I can really see is the other side of someone else's emotions,
In a table for two, cuddling with one another,
My face and image begins to blur as the smiles of others widens,
they both are having a good time, while I was craving for such lime.

So off I continue to wander in the city that I walk,
For many days I talk,
Only to strengthen my will,
so that someday I'll get the thrill.

As I pass by more reflections,
Caught in between 2 mirrors,
The one behind me has a crystal clear reflection of me,
still alone for the crowd moves fast and faceless they are.
The mirror reflecting me the future,
is the slow pace of the people,
and my face in distortion.
My future may not exist.

I'm really so lame,
Yet I think I have the fame,
Still it's really such a shame,
Well, guess it's just a game.

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yes.. it has.. no title.... yet~
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