I liked you.. You know I like you not in that way.. But in a way like a sunset as it goes so does I was willing not to expect it linger anymore.. Cuz I got my own mountain to climb.. But I was stood at that shore while it glimpse for a last time.. But couldn't see it.. Nor I remained there.. It became a point of past.. As I cross many Mountain it remain at my back..
When I turn all I see cloud
Is it frustration that makes you feel burn, in pain, can't scream loud
Fear that might I be percieved as thunder..
This as my face as I lay my last gaze
Don't want to cause any ripple
I, Traveller, got plan, got ahead many days..
Don't want to be remembered
Just tilt in my way..
T.R
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