Missing the old hues,
fades through use,
bottom's up
and never down,

got no branches to hold,
please let me know when it is not cold

this was not about one ***,
that breaks someone's heart too low

above all the rainbows in the town,
it was hard to left your soul behind

knowing all the memories were left unkind,
maybe part of it blown my mind,
wishing tears were buried inside the eyes,
til time went old, now I shred and choose to be blind

Hey there,
We've just met and I see nothing in front of us,
Yet somewhere in my heart,
Wants to know about you more,
I want to hear all of your stories,
The most beautiful story,
Even the dumbest and silliest story,
Or the most painful story.
I dont know how much pain you've been endured this whole time,
Walking in a scattered invisibly broken glass,
But you can share it with me,
Tell me boy,
What are you thinking right now?
Share the unnecessary things,
Let the plot flow,
You can add up some details as you like,
Make it even crazier,
Or even more black and white,
It's okay cause it will turn to be a wonderful memory,
You and I,
Walk across the broken glass together,
Fix it and broke it again,
Cause I'm telling ya,
You're not worth the pain anymore,
You are worth to be fought for,
Yes, we'll share our power together

August, I start from one,
The door sounds against the tiles,
You start to leave your undenying presence
Stuck onto the frontlets of my thoughts.

Two, words were spoken few,
But a few human errors & one simple word
You correct my interpretation,
& now you start to interpretate my life.

Three, a fortnight has passed,
My heart embraces to your name,
But soon we will be set apart,
Now to cherish our last days.

Four, the end of August comes our end,
As the door sounds against the tiles again.
But now without you,
Without any interpretation or name.

Five, it's December now.
I'll be waiting & counting down to ten,
Until you come back,
& the door sounds once again.

From, the girl at the smallest corner of your memory.

I'm not much of a poet
And so you would see
I'm new to things
But tries to succeed


One once told me
You'll live to die
But I'll live to learn
That's my goal
The accomplishment is soon owned


I'm new at this
And yet you've seen
I need practice
And boy I'll be
Someone rather forgotten
Than the girl who dreams

In the midst of a crowd,I saw him from afar..
And suddenly,just like that..A wound appeared on my heart..



Everytime,I looked at him,I felt more wounds appear,
I guess I grew addicted to the pain,as I fell for him..right then and there..



I bled and I hurt...I nearly died from all of the pain..
But still...My eyes managed to always travel back to him again...



Ofcourse,he never looked at me...he didn't know I existed..
And every urge to look at him,I frequently resisted..



I tried to avert my gaze,but my feelings won everytime..
And I never spoke of what I'd felt..As if it was a crime..



A million whispers unspoken..A thousand confessions unheard..

And my heart withered everytime, he didn't notice a single word..



It pained me to look at him,It pained me to look away..
It pained me to not be able to tell him,all that I had to say..



And even if I'm on my knees, and my survival has no chance..
I'd give up everything for the sake of just one more glance..



Another glance..Another wound..I can feel my blood ooze,
But if living on..means living without you,then I must kindly refuse



He is my poison, He is my cure..
He is the very blade that'll **** me..but for him.I'll endure



Another **** on my heart,as I watch him move across the room..
and I can feel it all around me..I'm about to meet my doom..



He walks over and asks"Have I seen you before?"
I feel another sharp pang on my chest..I can tell..I can't take it anymore..



I try to open my mouth,but I feel myself stop breathing..before I even dare..
His love..in the end..was too much for me to bear.



And I leave, just like that..before I could tell him ,why I had scars on my heart..
Before,I could even,tell him I'd loved him truly..my soul silently departs..

My eyes are probably red
I was crying earlier

I've written myself in those poems;poems that were dedicated for you. Now I realise you just stole my passion for the world and the beauty I used to contemplate in art and everything that surrounded me. You know what? ******* I can and I will live without you, yes it's cold but you get used to it .

"It's funny how a coincidence it was that the day I realise my heart was broken, phone got broken too.

Ironically it was a rainy day.
I decided I was going to walk under it as a metaphor to confront my problems. It was matter of seconds that I decided to shelter myself. I guessed it means I can't really get over my problems in the same way I cant walk under the rain because it hurts. And I guess it hurts because I'm human and I did love you and I guess I still do. "
-k.g. 00:19 am

Its funny
I just change the way people call me
As a fresh start
A fresh beginning
But it's true it won't change my past
I don't care anymore
Or at least that's what I'm trying