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Sweety Boy, this one's for you
I love you, I swear it's true.


I was strolling for long bare feet
The pebbles under my feet pierced through my skin
The cool breeze that drunk the river hit my face
When I looked at the shimmering sky, 
the star that twinkled brightest broke away.

I made a wish that you escape from your troubled life
And come right here, by my side 
Hold my hand and I'll elevate my feet
Intertwine your fingers with mine, pass on the heat
Blow a kiss behind my ear and whisper, "Baby, don't worry, I'm here".

Thence you took a deep breath and paused to say, 
"Sweety, this time I am here to stay
Beside your figure is where I want to lay
That's just how I will end your night and start your day
For you the world I knew, I left
And now everything imperfect will be perfect."

And I heaved  a long sigh and said, "Baby, you are my high"
For how long I'd been waiting to give this reply
"Sweety boy, I will never let you go
I'll hold you closer than I ever did before
All your troubles and miseries, I will deal with
I never minded that you were taken
This is my own, final decision."

And the long river then culminated into the sea
The pebbles that pierced through my skin,
removed the dirt away
The breeze that hit my face, 
along with me now sway
The star had only broken so it could
make my wish come true today.

Comments

  1. Unknown24 May 2019 at 06:27

    Beautiful it was when I read it for the first time. Reading it after so many years once again, feels the same.

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