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It’d be a debt of guilt,
To be left untold
Of such a Masterpiece.
Born by the stars,
He possess the title of his destiny.
The Marvellous Soul,
The definition of Perfect.
Not enough the 26 alphabet,
To carve his charm.
For even the Death would yield in shame,
Upon his pride.
For the one who made perfection feel real—this is how I remember you.
Too young to regret; too old to start over
Hold on the night to scream over you hate
Dreamt the love with warrant,
Do the world pay you to be a loner?
Torture the life you deserve,
You found none to weep
Fake your way; leave the scars

To feel the waves in reverse,
Drowned in blood, I'd smile in peace
I'd work for it, to grow back in time
To feel the dark; dreaming a lifetime for more
Pay the mystery to buy the eternity
Tackle the judge,
Forsake the grief,
****** the past....
This poem is for anyone who’s ever stood at the edge of their own story, wondering whether to rewrite it or burn the pages.
Those icy hands,
Holding the tears of life,
How long will the midnight last?

Like the bird in cage,
She watch the life played on her.

Concealing the flaws,
She pretend;
The perfect daughter.

Carving her pain in pages,
She dreamt the beautiful life.

Walking through the crowd,
She lost;
Living her name.

She don’t know what she is,
She was just a shadow.

She turn herself cold,
To prove;
She is tough.

But how can she not wish,
The desires she had?
“The weight of silence, the ache of pretending, and the small, stubborn hopes that still live inside.“
BROKERSHEART May 6
I fill the pages to cover up the guilt I feel,
I question to make me feel better,
I complain to weight my sorrow,
Do I deserve all of this?
The old broken poems regretted the hands that never held,
I live to save the name that gave me.

To bargain the loneliness ,
I sing a song of depression.
To perfect the insanity,
I labelled the smiles of grief.
But no matter, I still wrong the innocent….
“ the weight of unspoken pain“
BROKERSHEART May 5
I used to think,
That you are unlucky.
That you are gone too soon
You need to find your place in the sun,
You need to enjoy,
The wealth of this world.
You have to sing,
The song of yourself.
You are meant to grow old….
But I was wrong,
You are the luckiest.
Because those who live,
Endure heartbreaks and tears.
They had to go through,
The sorrowing years.
They have to witness the goodbyes,
They had to burry the pain as they live on.
They can’t help but pray to die.
But you’ll never have to go through,
The path of sorrow.
Sadness won’t bother you anymore.
No betrayal nor anger,
Would come in your way.
No hatred nor fear,
Would ever trouble your mind again,
Just Love, your lifetime is full of Love…
“Luckiest dear ones “
BROKERSHEART Apr 30
Memories is like a flower
That fades in dust
Our story withered in rain
Loneliness escort every move of mine
I'm scared to dream under the cloudy moon
Wish I could paint our fate
The past is all about departure
Memories wandered
Unwilling to part
Wanting to go back
And start over.
But Dear do not worry
I would find you in next life
Dare you not to play silly
I would remind you in every of your dreams
Pick my tears when I wake
And we will watch the sunset together.
#Dearest in the unknown
BROKERSHEART Apr 27
Ohh Divinity;
Ne’er I blame thee,
That drive I to the ghastly world.
But one own thee a plea
Ohh Creator;
Let me rest in the arms of eternity,
And never reach the sun again.
For I’m contented of one’s breathed.
Kindly arouse me no more,
I want to rest in the unlit,
And dance with the ghostly being.
Never to lay again,
Under the blaze of dawn.
Overhear my lowly whim;
Devine Being’
I vow; I would never sorrow my doom,
Neither would I call on,
For next Life
Wish letter
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