I have thoughts, but they are restless
I could barely feel them, perhaps
Touch their angles, too
But I have been running,
Through the fire wires,
Hoping I would run into you, too
I have collected my music,
In a boombox,
But this special one,
It opens by the sound of your echo,
Not by a coin,
Because its only for you,
And my body too,
I have all the pictures,
We once had or wanted to
But the memories are too dusty,
You cant see your face clearly
But you can see mine, easily too,
I have all the words,
You once said to my face,
With the times, I cried
And the times, I laughed so hard
Within the strings, we owned too,
I have all of your dreams,
You used to like,
But, time has just destroyed it, too,
Vanishing all the love,
Through the blue skies,
I have all of your looks,
First time,
When the earth was crying,
Second time,
When our lips met each other too,
Many more,
And the list goes on too,
I have too many things,
Yet I can only share this,
For you too,
As I cant share anything more,
Unless your hands want it too,
But I have too many love for you,
Nothing more,
But love for you too,
Only love for you too
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