The Distance Of Being Close

by Chit Cyn   Dec 2, 2005


A chance to hold on
it tripped and fell
it hurts...its not fair
dazed, lost and confused

droplets of rain on face
pouring along with tears...
sweats from a sunny day
flowing along with fears

one minute there was care
next minute t'was a dare
is there something up there,
or just good enough for a year?

just as when it's closer
the distance grew worser
shade of negativity rises...
crashing a smiler into pieces

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