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Your long black hair swings like the strangeness of our relationship
My hand on your waist as we dance to the beat of the half moon sky
Whisper softly in your ear, “What if you chose back then to love me?”
Scenarios are just like shooting stars upon the galaxies of broken hearts
Our broken hearts that were made by unfair words and unshakeable diction that is forever carved upon unbreakable stones
Every now and then, the special place of my mind that remembers you tempts me
You haunt me in my dreams like the howl of old love ghost past
If I could kiss you now, your lips would radiate with the hope of us that once glowed in the atmosphere
But now our sadness is swallowed by the waves