Thursday, April 16, 2009

You're the place i call home.

To Hold

Miles and miles across
the globe.
Baby, you know
i can't make it alone.
You have the face,
i've always wanted to hold.
And now,
i'm going back home,
back to you.

If my words meant to hurt,
you'll not be on my mind.
Now, please don't go.
Stay for a while,
i have to heal the wound.
Where my hands could touch,
it'll seek to please.

Time is just
something we're not used to.
Long nights need
each other's warmth desperately.
And i think of you, 
how you'll smile for me.

Julius Kensan
( Sentimental Freak )

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