Obsession
troubled life, troubled prayer
i refuse to say that i’m sorry for
this troubled plan
i’d hoped you’d surrender to me
from the moment i’d declared
you’re the beginning and the ending
the sun and stars
you are everything to me
and i must make you mine
you looked so graceful
that i am grateful
for the merry chase
with intertwined fates
now here we are
chained up together
til death do us part
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nice post and make speechless. I just comment with this
when the bond gets tighter
no one can escape
the chain of handcuffs may not break
because this chain is locked with love
though sometimes tired
although sekelibat feel lame
can not be removed
because with this bond we can continue to row the ark
across the ocean crashing waves
to the harbor of love
together always in the joys and sorrows of life
warm regard from Central Java - Indonesia
That was lovely. Thank you.
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Aw. Thanks!