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Singing Birds

Sometimes in the dark, i see your face that has gone missing
the sign of your presence in that picture you sent
while your smile is fading, my heart keep holding still
even beyond the mist, through all that lies and the game we played

i am missing you

strawberry ain’t sweet, candies are fake
deep inside every single touch, every beautiful flower
you are a liar. a tawdry faker of heaven’s scent
melodies you sent, dreams and butterflies
painted with red and rainbow, nicely drawn
i am still missing you

those voice, those melodies. that streaming fantasies
i’m longing  for the singingbird’s harmony
yet all the birds that sing, they tell lies behind their pretty lullabies…….