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Stranded
Calm as how the proud lighthouse rests by the seashore.
Solid as how the firm limestone lays on the seabed.
Light as how the gumamela petal dances with the sea, breezing.
I will never leave everything- Though I was forced to. Though technically, I couldn't.
¤¤¤
Once upon a time,
When all the sounds of the sea seems to rhyme.
I once met a girl by the name of Anne,
Whose smile was as bright as the morning sun.
Whose teeth glitters with her every smile.
Who gives me a set of dreams that is as long as a mile.
Whose hair flows,
With the sea that glows.
Whose hands were as soft as a rose,
And eyes as tantalizing as the coast.
I gave her tulips,
So I could hear her lips.
But she threw it all.
And everything fall.
I gave her chocolates.
With no d*** regrets.
But she pounded everything.
'Till all t'was left was nothing.
I gave her my heart.
Without leaving any part.
But all she did was broke it.
Until nothing can hurt it.
'Till another chance came
Which started another game.
I once again gave her tulips.
But I never hear her lips.
I gave her chocolates.
And still all she did was to neglect.
I gave her my heart.
And still, I was left hurt.
'Till all I could say is to say goodbye.
And at the sea, I lay.
¤¤¤
Thank you for leaving my heart stranded.
Calm as how the proud lighthouse rests by the seashore.
My body would sleep.
Solid as how the limestone that lays on the seabed.
My memory would endure.
Light as how the gumamela petal dances with the sea, breezing.
My heart will never stop waiting.
It will remain stranded by the sea.
Where my blood once splatter... ... ...
For you.
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