Quasi You

I can feel your presence in this very street

I have a feeling that I’m going to meet you again here

—-

​She gazed once more, the sight in front overwhelmed her

she looked back just in case it was him

She laid her sight on, but it was yet another resemblance

But she feels enough of it, to lay sight a glimpse of his physical copy

It is plausible only to her, and she could only cry

To let him unintentionally get the better of her

To let him put off her guard

Yet, she regrets nothing

—-

Hoping it’s you, I gaze once more

Hoping it’s you, I keep looking back

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It’s just another day

Remember that one night on the town

You could be my ‘unintended friend’

Look at the blue skies gone gray

The worst is almost over


—-

Let’s have another one, ready for the indefinite counting?
Remember still that short half a day togetherness we ever had? 

It was that another day, with the girl I like

—-

I never knew that cupid felt like this

I’m willing to buy his arrows of loneliness

When my heart broke did you like the sound of it?

You said at least a song will come out of it

—-

Under the bright blue skies before it shifted and at last gone grey 

I left you a question to be answered, have you found it yet?

Before we made a wrap of the day

So, what is loving capable of doing?

It’s infinite, ever so elusive. It works like a magic.”

I’m moving on, I don’t even know her


Yes, that’s the end.  

We said our last goodbye

I think I’ll go home and cry


This is song for you

It is just another day


Drifting Boat


The scent of spring and the budding flowers
will not bring you back to me as I stand paralyzed


Yet another long run she had

Questioned the fragments she long gathered

To leave her another

To get her sober


when summer comes it’s rain at dawn
drawing close to you, I gather up the fragments


Drifted boat carried along past memories

of mere nothing supposedly but then last imbibed

To go sailing nowhere but heading in the same old path

Seemingly plumped up in loads but the same old past


After autumn passes, 

surely, I will cut off the black hair that I’d let grow


As it was drifting still the boat of unwavered dull pain

Made allusion cut short of the long black hair

to paint her the same old projection

Not so long after, made guess it was probably what dragged the figure back within eyesight


Oh, beloved  I completely forgot the sight of your parting face after only three days
‘Drifting Boat’ sang by Go Go 7188