Lose yourself in lines dissecting love

[spinningbelljar]

You can't say goodbye when there wasn't even time for proper greetings. Kiss. First right, then left. So I'm listening to music you've listened to before, hearing the same liquid words drip down the speakers as the disc spins round and round like the ride you've taken me on. Slippery, reverberating airwaves - just like all that you've said and done

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[raymond_yong]

Yet, there's still Future
Where Past and Present or even Forever
Have no hold
There,
we could still say hello

What if such memories are given life?
And not dissected by circumstance’s knife
Won’t you join me in this Dance?
Let’s not give Wistful a chance

Let me make amends
To things undone, let them be done
And things done let them be undone
Let’s not allow this journey to end

Is there no desire to let the disc replay?
There’s more if you would just stay
For what you’ve heard was just the beginning
For it was stopped just before the Greeting

Likewise, reverberating feelings is still in the air
Hard to believe, but it was always there
This is want I want to share

That,

Deep down, it’s you that I still care

So,

I turn my cheeks away
For goodbye is not what I want to say

false portrait

[spinningbelljar]

insinuations may blatantly glare. yet they are redirected to no one in particular.

Re: false portrait

[raymond_yong]

wah, your vocab is so chunler, until need to go use a dictionary to find its meaning! :P

anyhow, forgive me then for my incoherent concurrence. yet, my previous reply still stands.