I keep on turning
and skipping pages,
blank as they may be

Reckless enough to
lose them in the way,
still continuing

Life had given me
another book to
be written upon

And yet here I am:
starting and stopping
on a blank canvas

* *

They never know who I am
They never see us
It's not so wrong
But I just can't handle it
It is hurt to think and walk with it
I'm the person who beside you
But they never know
It is a song that they never heard
It is a taste that they never know
Why can't you hold my hand there
Why can't you beside me there
Why can't you hug me there
Why can't you look at me here
Why do we need a space?
You and me are we
It is love, but
Why can't we say that we're in Love
Why should we hide away
Why do you just stand and breathe softly like without me
Why do you just walk in front of me
Why don't you call my name
Why don't you tell them my name
Why can't you show me
When can you show them
Why do we got a love that is homeless
It might be like a secret love song
But what I feel is more than a song
You're not someone's baby
I'm not too
But why I just have to stay and watch you walk with so many heavy reasons
Tell them ene day
Unseen Yours

Trust no one, not even yourself,
Trust not your deceitful heart,
Neither trust your confused mind,
Especially with others,
Do not trust your anger at all times,
For words cut deeper than wounds
Both sides might hurt and never return.