Enough,
with all the fake smile,
with all the I love you,
with all the fake tears,
I know you too well,
to believe it all.
Your game ended here,
I'm stupid enough to believe you,
to see how well you find someone else,
to see how well you will live without me.
I'm not as weak,
as you can play with,
my heart who broke into million pieces,
I don't know if I'm sad,
or angry with you,
no,
I hate you now,
so,
hate me now.
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
