It doesn't happen anymore, The way I cried. It's getting instilled in my mind. It crawls and grows, Under my nose. The revulsive force that drags me away, Pulls me closer day by day. Is it the perfection that I'm seeking? Is it the road that leads me there? As I walk, I hold my tears, One day I wish you were here. Holding the pain, with a heavy heart, I smile looking at your photograph. I move on, With a strong belief to claim what is mine, I'm determined to face the time. Determination
