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By gab david
No time / November 11, 2006 / ecology park, san felipe, hometown


Today, I sit all alone
With nothing in my hand
And a heart that once filled with love
But today, it was left empty

The counted days and nights
Like the birds and the bees that sings
And even the trees and flowers that dances along
That never asks for any in return

Now I ask myself, why?
Do I deserve these pains?
If loving is a pain
I rather have it and be love for rest of my life

Yet for now, I said to myself, let it be
Because I have nothing in my hand
Just a pinch of hope hanging
And still hoping someday she’ll come back to me

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p.s.

“… when is the right time to say to yourself, enough and stop?...”