by: Rainveill Amantiad
with you in my mind, i no longer want to be
else where behind.
the wanderlust
has always been a must
like a slipper
finding its pair
and the chase
stops to ease
i have gambled my luck
walking with you in the track
I'm walking my path not wishing you to be locked
for I am willing to share you my best luck
hold my broken hand tight
and never let go
for more than a pain in my hand,
i found a friend
in YOU.
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