Time is half past eight
In fact it is more than that
I am just seeing an illusion
For more than 4 years
Only 7 minutes left for the work rush
I gave up on the rhyme
Just planning to let my emotions flow
So long so long
Obstacles keep coming forward
If I do not have the promise
Passion
and your breath
There is no point to make the four letter word
Begin with L
Finish with S
and send me to the moon
Or catch me at mars
Someway or another
We shall see each other
Pointing your hand at me
Are you shouting
Or helping me
As if I am left in the well
At least give some water
Treat me as your flower
Can or cannot
Let's to somewhere go
Shall please promise
Each day is getting more hazardous
Endangered lives
Cause to stay alive
Looking at their eager
I may stay here further
Poem is for poets
Bits and pieces of words for seekers
Worst thing in life is to have this distance
Are they gonna let us feel each other
7 minutes already past
Now I gotta go and escape to my nest
Still waiting to embrace our kids
You are the only one for my heart to fit
Yesterday, I watched the lyrics and music. I agreed that my heart is gonna pop. Since there is a flow of emotions, I may give a shot at writing a couple of words. There is still time for me to reach you. So, I can keep trying to see you. English is not my native language, so I shall have my limits. For your eyes, I would learn every language, and try to combine the words to mean something nice for you. If I am a salesman in a shoe store, I would try all shoes for you, and still won't give up.
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