Monday, June 6, 2016

Out of Reach

You are a memory I try to dream of
Within my grasp, you're out of reach

Across the infinite, a definite me
Falling, breaking for a chance of you

Seconds of glance,minutes of talk
Hours of night that seem so long

Resounding images, repeating till fade
and bid goodbye with a hopeless state.

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