Time will come,
where i no longer believes,
in the creation of world,
and the truth of loving

There will be bruises,
back in my past,
scars of hope and yearnings,
that leaves me in sorrows.

And then when it comes,
you'll be there ...
far away..
unnoticed .

No! you are not a God,
for me to do it..
yet i worship you like your slave,
enslaved of your heart.

though you don't own me,
still you are taking everything to me.
unknowing
and draining up everything in me.

I wait for that time,
when I will no longer let you be in me..
sooner it will be.
Still the past and what happened cannot be undone!

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