looking at my stained mirror..

This blog will be more on stories and poetry made by my own imagination. Some may be based from my own experiences while some may be excerpts from other short stories and literature. Some of the following entries I made were not published according to the date they were written. Looking through a stained mirror, you will see a glimpse of me..

Friday, November 2, 2007

We're days apart but the feeling's still inside
The weather has been changing but not our heart
We can pretend but we can't escape the pain
So where's the sense in all of that?

Why struggle apart if we feel the same way?
Why struggle apart if we can fight together?
They can't stop us now
They can't stop us.

Distance wouldn't let us die, the feeling's still intact
When the sky's falling down, we still have each other's heart
They can't take that away from us
Apart we're still one but together we are stronger.

Holding each other's hand
We'll be each other's wings
We'll surpass this together
We'll soon be free..

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