Ends, 

yes it ends. 

Not always good. 

With tears sometimes, 

With hope 

and fear 

for the new starts, 

because every ending means 

new, shiny, 

but ambiguous beginnings. 

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In the end, 

it ends, 

yes, 

Even though it is difficult to confess It ends 

and unfortunately 

This is what life meant. 

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Then after every end 

comes new white pages 

For me to write, 

Create my own life 

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so I write, 

but I also cry 

Can you hear my cries 

Between my anguish lines? 

Or can you touch my tears, 

With your soul for me to console? 

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Please don’t tell me trivial things, Because with this ending 

I can only see my love in my dreams. After life stole her life from me, And choked her under the sea. Yes, 

It ends. 

With her life, 

mine also ends, 

Because for me, 

Her life was what my life meant.

Then everyone vanishes for a second, 

just me and my words remain. 

I recall the glimpse of us 

When our words of love call me

I feel the rain, 

waiting 

for the thunder to support her. 

Then it comes, 

I ,again, 

Start to cry, 

I guess this is what never ends, 

My cries, 

And the rain starts 

Then after it make every single word of me soak 

My screams, 

The thunder turn up 

I crave for you to be here 

For me to count on, 

Like one, two, three 

But even though it is three 

You never be there 

One 

And more tears, 

More cries 

Two 

Loot, 

yes, 

Even though it is difficult to confess 

it, 

                   Still waiting to come 

                        Not for the thunder 

               They -have already come 

waiting: 

for you, for the hopeful days, for you, for the sun, for you for the rainbows,for you, for..

 

and Three. 

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ends. 

Even though it is difficult to confess, 

this is life as I know it; 

it always 

ends.