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by Ryan Fuertes Dec 13, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I know it's like a hundred of years Can't imagine I've cried a river of tears Those days have gone by so fast Looks like this sadness just won't last I know it's the same feeling again That keeps on coming in me like rain Where all I can do is to hide Yet all I just want is to confide How can I speak my space? To a crowd that has no face It hasn't really been new though I Thought all the while I have my foe Up until now, this thought is coming Every second it's still lingering Sounds pessimistic or something Yet I'm just being real for nothing Should've thought this for sometime Still ideals keep my music rhyme Hopes are still flying in free This solitary dream has its guarantee