My
dreams are decorated with ashes
My
memories can't be buried anywhere
The colors of reality can’t be washed away
It
seems like she is already gone with the wind.
Her
grievance of a suffering head comes once again
Happiness
does not go down well with me
My
eyes can't laugh but they can wash the pain
Losing
hope can be mended by staying alive
Or
should I say it can move a stubborn heart
While
I do not know my destiny
Why
do I still wait for a love with an intellectual mind? Why?
Perhaps you have heard that somewhere before
Those
poems are written by one with a broken heart.
There
is a bit of pain for those who fall in love at first sight
Granted,
lives of loneliness can a person in half.
No comments:
Post a Comment