the traveller

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i am a writer with my own style. i laugh a lot especially when i get to write the things i love like my travel, food i devour and tasted, music i ran into and poems connecting me to my soul. I get to write thoughts and reflection of my personal life.

Monday, January 18, 2010

A CHOICE TO MAKE

Love come, love goes
I could hardly know;
Everybody is following the flow
That you and I will grow.

Unspoken thoughts were kept
T’was stolen by a thief;
He tore away the guilt
Making my emotions shift.

Your presence was 0nce my joy
I thought you’re one of my toys;
Helping me to cope up
With life’s doubt.

You assume everything to be fine
By that, you have become blind;
Have not been to the limelight
Because you are afraid of the light.

Its fate that leads our doors to crossed
At the end of the day it was closed;
Letting us realized
To take another route.

Indeed it was full of fun
I always wish it would come;
But everything has to end
So do roads that we once shared.

We have reached to the peak
Where we could hardly speak;
So its time to bid
For both of us to be free.

Freedom! Has always been my dream
A dream come true for you and me;
Time is giving us a clue
For our lives to part.