You wrote me poems.
You told me how I made you alive.
You told me that i was the reason behind those heartfelt smiles.
You said that I was the only one who doesn't say goodbye.
Even on your hardest situation.
Untill finally,
There are no poems anymore.
There are no sweet words.
Only hurtfull words left.
All those sweet lies.
I was falling in love with your words.
Then i was falling out love with your words, too.
And
I was too late to realize.
I was too blind to see.
I was too fool to understand.
I believed, and I am deceived.
Well,
There are so many untold stories.
That I don't want to share with anyone else.
Except with you.
But, where are you now?
I mean, where are you?
I ask you, where are you?
Did you leave me with that untold stories?
You have promised me that you will always here beside me.
Did you born to say goodbye?
Are you serious?
Just don't.
