End of Hope...

U can call me crazy if u want,,
But this feeling is real,,
This memory is real,,
This bond is real,,
n he,,, is real

U can call me stupid for,,
Keep searching,,
Keep praying,,
Keep hoping,, n
Keep believing,,
that he,, will come back
someday,,

Tonight,,
he is right there,,
in front of me,,
standing tall

that face,,
that hair,,
that voice,, n
that eyes,,
all are d same

But when I look closer,,
this feeling,,
this memory,,
this bond,,
n him,,

with the water run down my cheeks
I know,,
He'll never be d same,,

And all d searches, beliefs, prays, n hopes,,
ends here.

(my room, Sunday, June the 7th 2009 - 12:59 AM)