All I asked for was few minutes of talk
But the question you asked "What for?"
"What's the Point?"
What happened to that talk of ours?
The which used to last for hours
Am I the only one who can't live without them?
I need you, why you don't feel the same?
"What are you?"
She said "I'm still trying to figure that out"
"MINE?"
And that's the part where she smiled
That smile gave me reason to live
Hope to live my broken dreams
I know you love me and you don't need to say
Because emotions talks things unsaid
Even though we don't talk much
Few minutes, more than enough
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Carpe Diem
PoetryO Me! O Life!...of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless...of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here-that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and...
