Night took my hand and ran towards the edge .
Showed me the pain , with tears falling from my eyes .
My legs froze , with the words I’ve never heard .
November reminds me of her .
I have never stopped looking for her in the stars , with my eyes full of tears .
I still wait , with the love to look her in the eyes .
Long after the Moon spilled into Day .
Long after the thoughts made me cry .
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Saqib Hussain
Writing down on a piece of paper is a feeling that really makes me fall in love with the words and express what really my heart feels.
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WANNA~
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