Sunday, April 19, 2009

Time play games with our lives . . .

Time play games with our lives
Giving us every thing we have
Yet showing what we couldn’t have..

The blossom that warmed my heart
Has been picked by some one else
And I’m too late to inhale it’s fragrance..

Moment ago I was happy to know
I’m going to be dressed as a clown
But now I worry I didn’t say I knew..

The lost innocence I missed
I would always dream and think of
But the cruelty will always hurt

The sarcasm I faced with dishonor
Will reside in the back of my mind
But I’ve learned the lesson of my life

Hopes never were what I lost
For I had given up them before
But it’s

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