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by ILYSSA

With one last chance
I'd ask for your hand
for one last dance.

with all the things i have gone through,
with all the changes that had take place,
my world shook and everything
dropped to the ground
while i was left here
with both hands on my face,
in embarrassment
of acting childish
and immature.
with all these things
left here on the floor
at my feet,
at least i still have one thing
that looks familiar.

your face brings a faint smile on mine
and after everything has changed
and nothing is left the same,
you're still occupying
my brain,
and at least something looks familiar
and feels like home.