People.
She hates to see them in pain
And she can feel how they broke

She knows that she need to understand them
For the underestimation, for the selfishness

But in contrast,
When it comes to her,
"She's fine..."

Him.
She never ask much
She knows that she loves him
"More than she loves herself...."

What is the matter
Of being
Fat
Black
Gay
Nerd
Different
Or what else?

All you can see here,
Are just Black and White
But you can still see
the beauty
inside
of these group of clauses

And I still can see,
I will always can see
your inner beauty

From those words you wrote

He was her book,

but she was only his chapter.

"For the failure,
  For the broken heart,
  And miserable      

If only I could be born again,
I would choose not meeting you
If only I could be born again,      
I would choose to not through this way
If only I could be born again..."
                                              
But I can not be born again..
I will not wish to,
for the rest of my age left
for the thing that would never happen
for my new age..

If I were born again,
I would still ask to meet you,
And this way is the thing that I always want..

Happy birthday, to me.

There she goes again
Stop her reading book--just
Taking her phone
Push the power button
Hoping there is a text
From the one she wish the most--

And still
All she get

Is an empty text

Writing my letter under the same sky as you,
Then I smile to the melody you've never care about
Knowing that you're far away
And never coming back
It left memory behind, you know
That you have been in my heart

And I'm sending my letter
To the dimention you have never known
Good bye

Thank you for sending me this far
I'm going on my way now
Without you in distance
I know it is hard
But I'll try to live in my dream

There's no sorrow, no pain to feel
Or even break apart
No, I know it is a lie
But hey, this fairy tale is over

You are good in my good bye

Whenever you give me a hope,
I'm telling myself to not fall for you
But I failed

I should have known it was always a prevaricate hope
Or it was not a hope
It is just me,
Who always fall in tricky trap

And it is just me
Who always hope something
That I have never deserved for

If only he could understand your silence,
There will not be any poems

If only all the poems were work out,
There will not be any more art with beautiful word

If only he noticed all your words,
You might be stop writing

If only you stopped writing,
You have nothing to express

He left,
Everyone left
He does not understand your silence
You have much words to be written

So keep writing,
With beautiful words
And a deep hidden messages to be shown

So keep writing...

"You are the person I'm never stop looking even in a crowded place"

She said--in her memories.

I am not good at making a poem,
To tell that I'm broken
To let people go
To tired to stay

I am not good at making a poem,
For being left
For getting unwanted wish
For all this melancholic drama

I am not good at making a poem,
To think alone
To remind the memories
To live my new life

I am not good at making a poem,
For crying
For faking the smile
For loving

I am not good at making a poem,
This is not a poem
This is an expression feeling

She is too afraid of living in real life
So she would rather living in her poems

And suddenly,
All the sad poems were about her
She feels better,
Listen to the echo of its words
And how its make her feeling alive

Or at least,
It does not make her down,
Or leaving her
As everyone does

And it makes her feeling better

"The sun loves the earth,
As it gives the earth mortal light,
As it never tired of warming the earth,
Or never let the earth alone

Even in a billion distance
The sun never break its promise--
To stay forever
Just for the earth"

She is connected--
By the words she has read
She knew she was the sun
But she missed the last words--

"Even the sun and the earth will never be together
Cause the sun knows,
Closing to the earth
Are just impossible
And even possible--
Will only destroy the earth"

So she wish she was the earth..

She--about him

He is the only one in her heart
Nothing else
He is the reason of her smile,
For the morning text,
And for the last word at night
But she is afraid
Of getting hurt,
Unloved,
Without knowing his feeling
So she left...

He--about her

She is counted by him
She is all he sees
Nothing compare her nature beauty for him
But he does not know,
What she is feeling
He can not proof his love
And she is leaving
So he knows that she is not into him...
And he is letting her go..