Is her . . . Is me

Her lifeless eyes look at me . . . and closed forever

Her graceful brown hair touches the floor

Her cherry lips become dry and cold

Her ears can never hear again and her nose can never breath again

Her smiles is gone and her face turns white

Her heart stop beating and her warmth is gone ...

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She looked at me with her crystal blue eyes

She flipped her hair gracefully in the air

She kiss me with her cherry lips before

She listen to what I say and she smell like red roses

She gave me a smile on her beautiful face

She let her her heart pound to tell me, she will give me warmth

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I love the way she look at me

I love the way she flip her hair

I love the way she put her lips on mine

I love it when she listen and smell like fresh roses

I love it when she give me a smile

I love it when she let her heart pound and tell me, she will give me warmth

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I want her to look at me again

I want her to flip her hair again

I want her to kiss me all again

I want her to listen and smell like roses again

I want her to smile at me again

I want her heart to pound again, to give me warmth again

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Maybe i can meet her again

up in the sky and wearing white

Because at here, she lost her voice

because she had a sweet melody

I love the way she speak

I want her to say '' I love you '' to me again

So baby, wait for me.

Here I come ,because i miss you and

LOVE YOU

Where miracles should happen ...

A place between heaven and hell. A place where there is no more hope. It is placed right at the darkest corner .

It is white. From the ceiling to the floor, it is white. There are no other colours, no red, no blue, no nothing. Just white. It is as white as the clouds up in the sky. Clear, and clean. Not a single drop of dust in here, there is nothing here except for a white bed and some white machines beside it. There's no sun shines, because there is no window. Not a single picture of nature inside here. Nothing. The best word to describe this place will be " white ''.

'' Silence is golden'' . If what they say is true, this place will be a ''gold mine''. Not a sound, not a word. Even the sound coming from a needle falling and hitting the floor, can be heard from a thousand miles away. And still, you can hear the echo of the sound, after a few minutes. But it is not as silent as you think it is. If you listen carefully, you can hear some beeping coming from the machine, and some deep breathing coming from the bed. Some whispers and whimpers come from the door as if the door is crying itself.

Shh . . . . . . . Listen, the song of horror is starting.

The room which is white, slowly turns from white to grey. Depression and sadness fills the whole room. Grey clouds start to form in the room. Thunder and lighting take over the silence. The walls start to bleed, and the white turns bloody red. Some angels come in and try to bring back light and hope, but nothing is going right. The dark shadow walk in, past the bed and through the wall, bringing the grey clouds, thunders, lighting and the blood out of the room. The room goes back to normal, white, but it leaves with a deadly silent in the room.

The angels walk out, shaking their heads, with sorrow and pain. Rain clouds start to drift into the room, and the rain starts to fall around the white bed.

Rain of tears drip on the bed, as the sharp lifeless sound is heard.

It is a place where love is found , but too late

It is a place where miracles should happen , ...... but ...... didn't ..