Don't need fancy words
Get a pen and let your heart,
Write down its great art.

A closed door means "no"
If it doesn't open wide
It's not yet your door

I walk along with the trails of my thoughts
The night is solemn but painfully long
Two years passed and it left nothing but scars
A mark that can only be seen through the light of stars
It made me strong but it hurt me the most
Same night, same story, same ghosts

Brief written feelings,
About love that can't be mine
Verse ends with a sigh