I've never felt so unloved
I've been abandoned, forgotten
Been set aside, disregarded
But never felt this unloved

You're a good poison that I don't mind drinking everyday
You're a good drug to my soul
You're a medicine to my brain
A remedy to my drowning heart

Like an old branch
Withering, Scorning
Slowly and painfully
Festering out of time...

He had 5 years of love before me.
He was the love of her life.
He deeply wanted to be by her side.
They were in love.

It's going to take me a while;
To surpass that kind of love they had.
I can't reciprocate that love; I am not going to try.
I can only beat the time.

He had 5 years of love before me.
I'm going to surpass that length.
It's the only way to prove that I am the one.
I will stay by his side and not fade away.

Should I call you awful when you called me ingrateful?
Should I still stay in bed with you when I don’t feel belong?
Should I run to you to dry my tears when you were the cause?
Should I keep rising up when you keep bringing me down?

Or.. should I just stay quiet and not say a word;
Should I just still share bed with you and cry in silence;
Should I just dry my own tears;
And should I just keep going.

I don’t mind waking up next to you for the rest of my life
To see your bright blue eyes each day, each day
We’ll start our day with a coffee
Doesn’t matter if it gets cold
Maybe we could add frozen burritos and spicy Korean noodles, too

I’ll stick with you
You’ll stick with me, too
We’ll stay forever together
Happily stuck on each other

We’ll go hiking,  camping and fishing  until we get old
And maybe I’ll learn skiing too, for you, for you
As long as you hold my hand
Even on my unpleasant days
I know we’ll be good, we’ll be good

I have loved you the deepest and the longest
It is sincere and truthful kind of love
Suddenly, we're fading
Time to build walls again, I guessed
Breaking them weren't still good enough
We're so damaged now
Love could be noxious
It kills the art in us


But I still love you dearly.

My heart melts, I'm terribly missing you.
But if keeping you means losing myself;
And losing myself will keep us alive,
I'd rather be gone right now, than suffer.

I am no soldier of love nor a rebel to my ownself.
I am nothing but naked that needs cover;
To be able to stand firm again,
I won't lose myself to keep you.

A cold heart is heavier

To be numb is impossible

Ignorance is for cowards

I’m not a machine

I am deeply feeling it

Like a prodigal, walking away

Your feet away from us

Your head on the other side

Your hands withhold

Everyday has become my daily struggle

Not to hate you

Not to blame you

Not to curse you

Not to despise you.

For the world cannot amend

The truth shall remain

After all, you're still my father

Thus, I’m holding on to what has left

To what I assume is admirable



I heard you’re a kind man.

That last night that I began hearing the beating of my silent heart and that it beats for you;

That day that I suddenly started looking at people and imagined how they looked like through your blue eyes;

That waking up in the morning wanting to hear your calming voice again;

They all terrified me.

Use me
I'm your tool
You can do whatever you want
Use me
I'll be your tool
You can do anything you want

Just don't go on that part

Hold my hand if you want
Kiss me hard as you can
Wrap your arms around me
Call me in the middle of the night

I'll be there
I will listen
I will care

You are like a moving poetry and I am the poet.

You are the dark cloud and I am the little sunshine.

You're the cliffhanger that hit my head.

You're compelling me to write.

You're a man of sorrow
You're a man of passion
Your love is deep, your love is wide

You're still so into her
It's evident, please don't deny.

Your misinterpretations trouble me
Your sorrow scares me
Your love is thick, your love is strong

Your eyes are still set on her
It's evident, please don't deny

Your arms are still wide open for her return
Your heart craves
Your sorrow grips

What more can I say?
What more can I say?

I'm not demanding anything from you
All I have is some little understanding of you
I'm just a fan of all I know of you
Please don't misinterpret me, Mr. Weary Heart.

I would never want to get in between you and your  ex lover
I only want to be your constant company
I would never let you use me as the calmer of your raging seas
I only want to be your calm water
I would never desire for more than your heart could offer
I only want some of your time
I would never demand for anything way out of line
I only want you a little nearer

I'm sick of all the system and all the life's cycle
All that it gave and could ever give
All that it took and could ever take
Sick of myself, the people and all the whatever
The wind never tell stories
The sun always come and go at its ease
The water never runs dry
What do life has more to offer? None.
Riches, honor, relationships, and oh.. lust.
All may be beneficial
But they are all there
They're all normal
All part of everyone's life.

AS A MATTER OF FACT,





THE FACT DOESN'T MATTER AT ALL.

We are now in a world where ******* reside randomly everywhere and we're either aware or unaware of these kind. If you ain't careful enough to at least wear some thick shield on for your fragile heart, I swear they will press you and break you in to pieces, effortlessly. So go for your brain. Think. Contemplate. Love is deep, vast and beyond words. Don't tie the knot because of overwhelming situations. Don't throw your heart over to someone that you've just met because you're amazed by them and they were able to bring out the euphoria you've been dreaming of. FEELINGS CAN BE TAMED. Believe me. You have the power to stop a waterfall and even control them. Follow your pace, not theirs. ******* will take you to high places and will leave you in a snap when you're finally ready to jump the cliff. That's ****. And then you'll feel empty at a time and your mind along with your heart will wander aimlessly. So be careful and better save your "I love yous". Don't fall in love with an *******. Let ******* fall for their kind and do their own stupid things.

It's already on the very tip of my tongue
But all you do is pull and push
I am not doubting you
I just couldn't find enough reasons to trust

You're giving me the feeling I long to feel
But you're taking it all at the same time
I want more and you're giving me less
Seriously, I don't understand you

I don't know how you do it
Throwing away words of endearment
Then, tossing the object of your desire
Leaving it unstable

You’re so lame, avoiding butterflies
You’re too scared that you might be moved
You chose to play it safe
That’s lame
I offered you my fine wings to ride on
I gave you all the gold you need
I let you lived in my pretty brilliant brain
You was so fine there
But you blew it all away
All the sweet little thoughts that I built
You let them vanished in your vanishing point
You knew in your beating heart that I am loaded
You knew in your profound brain, I am qualified
No wonder why you turned me down
I might be too much to handle
All in all, still, you are so lame
You’re lame, avoiding those powered butterflies.
Shame.

Shifting vistas
Freeing shackles

Playing it smart
Making it casual

Averting agitations
Eluding expectations

The finest tool to fight disillusionment
The smartest step to shun disenchantment

An act of precocity
An art of rationality

Avoidance.

Boredom, is that all you can give?
Jealousy, is that all you can take?

If you got something more
Then give it to me now
All to me now
I bet it won't affect me no more, no way

Sadness, is that all you can break?
Envy, is that all you can show?

If you got something more
Then give it to me now
All to me now
I bet it won't affect me no more, no way

Last night I told the moon to send my hello to someone
The moon didn't say anything back
I told the moon to keep an eye on somebody
The moon didn't blink even
I told the moon to brighten that path
The moon seemed a little irked
I told the moon my desires
My words seemed to irk the moon even more
I told the moon
Perhaps I am no poet
I'm a songsmith
Then I huddled, abruptly
This is the account that I earned from talking to the moon
My palaver is now going nowhere
Perhaps I am no poet
I'm a songsmith
At that instant I got up
I picked up my stringed machinery
Instrument, tool, gear, whatever
I sang glancing to the moon
I told the moon many things
Only to find out the moon has no ears
Perhaps I am no poet
I'm a songsmith