Unwanted things should cease to exist
This life they give is like a gift,
Being the fate's greatest mistake
Is worst than a curse that I couldn't take
Under our moonlight, here I'll pray
The place where pain will always stay,
While the light shed its hope on me
I'll never forget our memories
I'll close my eyes and will sleep forever
Dreams will shatter, my soul might suffer,
It might not be the best choice to do
But I can't cry forever and be blue
This might make our dear moon sad
But this will make my heart glad,
Cause unwanted things should cease to exist
And this life they give, is never a gift.
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Her Broken Letters
PuisiThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
