It is mad absurd when you didn't take me to boulevard,
You gave me "sarang" words
and collapse in emergency ward,
new dream before you go,
Now i get up and gotta go,
It's a broken heart,
No need a heart-to heart!

4 in the morning,
Stay up till 4 in the morning,
Waiting for you to texting,
But it is almost mourning,
Because I am telling you,
That i am on bed, listening,
Listening to a bad rapping,
That am i just playing game because my heart isn't a toy, it is saying,
But its saying is lying,  
which did not let me sleeping but crying,
I am struggling for you crush,
No need to rush,
To let this working,
But you tell me that yours isn't sparkling,
as much as i am hoping.

I have tried to end,
Didn't let the pen to paint,
All those pain,
But it is too vain.
too insecure.
To let this cure,
When everything is unsure,
and my heart isn't pure!

It took years to squeeze in,
To fit in,
into your eyes, into your heart,
become your wings,
Struggling to forget,
Hard to react,
But if someday you want to come in,
It ends up as a dream, because you will never bother to win!

i am that girl.
that have fallen for you.
Want you forever and completely.
So, here thing is,
Finally, i don't know it's for who?
never thought you are eating that "liking you"
deeply.
And u have listened it from your crowd,
In novels, You said those feelings are untrue
because you are realistic? but.. doesn't seem it's true?  
So here babe, there is a p/s for you,
stay realistic, work hard to make it true!
Because in front of me, you just walk through,
Ego, pride, embarrassment , what's in you?
but hell no,
that's just only you!
because who can hold me? i don't care about YOU!

I've started to create your name again
I've started to paint it again
But it does not bloom that way again,
That way as it used to be back then,
This time,
It has the black pen,
The pen that has been absent in old days,
but present in nowadays,
I really do want you back again,
To be that little girl again,
With the pains of rejecting me all over again.

Did u ever read a poem?
A poem with no tone?
A poem with a story? That never been told.
When there is no one ever read it, would be extravagant.
When there is one to read it, would be judged, overheard,misplaced it.
Will you see the poet?
The poet with no voice?