It's too early—10:23 in the evening
Yet my mind is too loud already
Delivers pain throughout my body
It should be on 12 AM inwards, why now?
I'm tired and want to sleep
Yet I can't, my eyes won't let me
Maybe I'll just let sadness consume my system
And if it's already bored playing with me, it can abandon me.
Nothing new. I was used to it.
Even people leave after playing—not with toys but with one another.
I don't even know it's fun seeing someone cry.
If love is a game. I'll be the greatest loser.
I have that kind and fragile heart he can manipulate.
I'll be a puppet of love. A slave; controlled.
If life is a gamble. I'll always be the winner.
Taking risks even it causes too much pain.
For love and life, I play all games.
Will do everything. Dangerous and bloody. That's how life works.
It's 10:41 and I'm still awake.
Random thoughts have been running in my head.
Society. The world. Politics. Family and you.
I can't help but ask, how do you sleep peacefully?
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Ocean Of Poetry
PoesíaIn our life we encounter waves Some are small and pure; Some are big and destructive We should be like the water Be in shape for the future Go with the flow- Follow those things you should follow Face the storm and keep on sailing Know how to swim i...
