Sword


I've been wonder why a lover put a sword in the heart...
It's shining and it so beauty...
The sword had haunted me for my whole life...
Looking for some reason that why I have to put
It in my heart or your...
The sword have honor and passion
That won't stop dreaming of your love...
You dreamed of finding your love...
Want to kiss them...To hold them...
But that person's no longer existed..
That person was an history..
As that person was me...
You dreamt of me...
You thought of me...
You were looking for me...
As I was looking for you...
But we don't existed for each other...
Because of the sword...
It has histories of love...

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