Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood,
Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries,
Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave,
Petals aren't always soft,
sometimes they prick the soul.
No plagiarism/No hat...
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to my once "her", here's my vase of forget-me-nots, a piece of my broken heart fallen like soft dusty petals on ground, murmuring love lost in dreams mumbling wishes lurking like ghosts around the mind's tomb.
and here's the wind whispering tears to our eyes looking at the same sky of us.
it's raining, isn't it?
not once did we met we scattered to pieces already before we could entangle.
what sin did i commit by falling in, into your heart, my heart drenching whispers of stories untold unheard that i had to bear this moment of silence, nothing left but you and me scattered like a mess we were once, strangers as before.
those dreams i saw, you never cared never heard, where we were searching like mad for something we broke in reality, each other
those hands of yours were in mine i craved the touch when i woke up, with your enchanting whispers, but all i could find was the nothingness, a black hole in my heart which kept draining all my strength and emotions making me feel death was far better than a moment of life without that love
why does love and life sound the same to me now when I'm dead?
and you were there ignoring my existence
the day you torn away the pages of my book of poems written for you cause i was the stranger caring and loving someone as broken and dying as you
wasn't it you who wanted a love pure as me and wasn't it me who found ecstasy within even your hatred's beauty wasn't it you who pushed me away as if i never meant anything and wasn't it me who ran after you with a faith i would someday win
don't be so cold now like the world which lashed upon me I'm already frozen my heart can't breathe i beg you to give me peace, take this knife and break me into pieces again for i loved to love you knowing you would break my heart again and again because you can't stop me from seeking to find you my light, i can't see you weeping, and you won't stop to run away, burning yourself in agony, thinking it would save me from your dark place, yet didn't you knew your darkness gave me solace? i was the moon you looked upon every night, wasn't it lovely, that silence, of just you and me, gazing the nightsky together secretly, far away from one another, knowing that we were never meant to be found by each other or maybe it's just another "Story" or a "world" made by my mind which couldn't accept the reality
at least keep that vase of your hatred for me while i keep those flowers of love blooming in it rather than forgetting my non-existent existence but either ways, cliff jump or knife, it's written for me to die.
