she's got style

I, You

Sunday, October 22, 2006

I want to hold you tight.
Yet when I spread my arms,
I caught nothing but air.

I want to walk out of you.
But when I took one step forward,
I fall into the depths of memories.

The way things turn out,
Unexpected.

Strangers, friends, strangers.
Twist of fate, destiny,
Everything could suit.

What are we?
Strangers? Passer-bys?
who are we?
Friends? Soulmates?

A simple decision,
A simple act.
Chains and chains of events.

I know i can't posses you,
I know i can't touch.

Alone, I'll leave you.

3:18 AM she's got style

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