Thursday, 5 January 2012

BE MY GUIDE

DATE : 5 JANUARY 2012
TIME : 9.00 A.M
LOCATION : BRUNSFIELD



            THE MORNING BREEZE FEELS SO COLD . . . SO FRESH . . . SO WARM . . . TO START


MY DAY WITH A SMILE AND A KISS . . .  A MORNING KISS IS JUST WHAT I NEEDED TO


FORGET ABOUT MY PAST . . . DEEP IN MY HEART SOMETIMES I REGRET ABOUT MEETING


THE PERSON AT MY PAST . . . BUT I CANNOT REGRET . . . I NEED IT TO GO THROUGH MY


LIFE . . .  THE BEST TEACHER IS THE EXPERIENCE . . . EXPERIENCE IS FROM THE PAST . . .


I THANK TO ALLAH FOR FINALLY MEETING YOU NOW . . . I CAN WAIT FOR YOU FOR


A THOUSAND YEARS . . .







I HAVE BEEN WAITING UNDER THIS FORGOTTEN STOP LIGHT.....


FEELING A LITTLE BIT CRAZY . . . FEVERED . . . HOT . . .


NEXT TO THE CHAMBER HEARTBEAT OF THESE CITY OF INTERSECTIONS.....


WHERE I ONCE LOVED YOU


AND FINALLY LOVING YOU TILL THE END......



WHERE WE ONCE DROVE, PASSING MILE AFTER MILE


THROUGH THE FIRST PLACE WE MEET......






I HAVE BEEN WAITING


LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW OF YOUR CAR


SEEING THE CASTING IT'S ELECTRIC COLOURS INTO


THE SAME SKY I PRAYED TO ALLAH



THIS IS MY MEASURE OF LOVE FOR YOU........



LOVER, 

I HAVE BEEN WAITING

WATCHING LAMP POST DANCING

IN DREARY DUST

AS TWO CHILDREN KISS FOR THE FIRST TIME

THE SPARKS WHEN OUR LIPS TOUCHES FOR THE

FIRST TIME . . .

OUH HOW IT HAVE BEEN A HEAVEN FOR ME 

FOR MY WHOLE LIFE......


LOVER,

I HAVE BEEN WAITING

SCRATCHING YOUR NAME AS EACH HOUR PASSES

THINLY TIED BY THE RADIO

KNOWING THAT SOMEWHERE OUT THERE

YOU ARE LISTENING ALSO . . .

LISTEN TO MY RHYTHM OF YOUR LOVE........



I AM WAITING,

LOOKING IN THE WINDOW VIEW

SHADOW OF A RAINBOW REPEL THE SOUL WHEN 

CONVERGE UNDER EACH PASSING STREETLIGHT

AS IF MIDNIGHT IS FIGHTING FOR THE HONOUR

TO SIT WHERE YOU DID RIGHT NOW........

THAT IS BESIDE ME AND ALWAYS WILL BE...




ALL THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN I HOPE YOU WILL NEVER TURN

AROUND AND LOOK BACK :)


I'M STILL SCARED ABOUT WHAT HAPPEN IN MY PAST . . .


BE MY GUIDE SAYANG . . .


PROOF TO ME YOU WERE SO MUCH MORE DIFFERENT . . .


THEN THE PERSON THAT LIKE TO HURT ME . . .


I LIVE WITH YOUR LOVE EVERY SINGLE DAY . . .

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