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On a Snowy December Night

This December night, snow falls down on me
There is a ‘snow and me’ instead of a ‘you and me’
The chills of the night go down into my heart
And freezes all the warmth of love I could ever have

With the cold breeze, I scream at the top of my lungs
Hoping an hour later you will come back to my arms
And we will enjoy the coldness of the night together
Rather than the coldness of your heart alone

I hope your heart will envy the snow for reaching mine
And the chills that will stay until late midnight
I hope that someday, you come back at that same spot
But there is nothing but my trails you cannot track

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Almost

She keeps on whispering every time
She was the one who was almost mine
She was the one who was almost my world
She was the one who was almost my girl
It was almost, but never enough

She was always, almost my poetry
It was almost like romance, like love
Almost making memories, making love
“Can I call you, make you mine?”
It was almost, but never enough

It hurted so much because we almost dated
We almost fallen in love but we didn’t
All we are now is an almost
An almost that never came to be

What hurts the most, the hardest part
Is not knowing why
All we are now is an almost
An almost that I can’t mourn

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Childhood Memory

Hey.

We once played hide-and-seek
When one makes sure the other won’t peek
We played everyday to our heart’s content
And end every day by just how it went

One day, when our hearts started to speak
We started to feel emotions at its peak
We started to blind ourselves by love
And sharing everything that we have

Until the end was the end we cannot prevent
Like the same old days, we end by just how it went
Who would wipe my tears now with her palms
When you already died in my own two arms

As days passed by without you by my side
Every day seems a pair of worlds will collide
So I will remember that one childhood memory
The times we played since we were three

Winter, spring, summer, and fall
Our childhood days, I’ll remember them all
You are all of my precious days
No any day could simply replace