Monday, June 16, 2014

Flows.

Like water in the river
The feeling flows one way 
To one point
Every second
Every minute
Every hour
Every day 
And never once stop

Yes, this feeling never stop
Even when it is forced to forget
Because it is getting tiresome
Each time you get close
To somebody else
Out there

But the thing is 
Water may meet rocks
Leaves
Branches
Fishes
Or else as it flows
But still,
It ends up to one point later
Well, that one point is you
Not him

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