Personal Literature


Am I a joke to you ?

You said those sweet words over and over
While I’m standing here uncover
amid the rain that has falling down
’till it’s already dawn

Blurry my eyes
hold me back to see
the unknown secret of the heart
or may be it’s just your part of your art

Playing with the blind
push them into a pool of memories
and mock them with a memoir
of all the shit you can’t help but do

Till there was him


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