Azizanismail: Counting days and swings

Counting days and swings

Friday, January 22, 2010

I checked, the stencils, were not good anymore,
Touch the sky, swinging; the soils were darker than I thought,
If I could take your hands and I will kiss you right away,
Before I'm gone

Flawless, perfection, scarce our beautiful existence,
Don't let it drag you to something that you're not,
Remember, when we're still together,
I've always loved you, I still do

Sit next to me; we don't need to do anything

I've been trying hard keeping these tears from falling down, down on my face, writing this saddest song for you
I stayed in my room, packing things, but then I unload them
Wishing that I could stay for just a little while