Why do we think love makes us whole,
where in the end it just
leaves us more broken than before.

I Moved on.
I think, there's point of turning back.

Its like
sunset
leaving shadow
of the day,
like everyone
returning home,
tired.
simply
when it cries,
it doesnt show
its hurt,
it doesn't scream,
with its
sound of silence,
it dont want to get someones
attention
it wants to be alone,
I listen to a rhythm of its beat,
it show how I feel,
it started to
let my hand write,
anything
that discribe, how it does,
and how it is,
I cry
it never let sleep
i want to freeze it,
shut it down
but it can't,
its still beating
unfreezing
no one can see it,
not if it let me do.
aching,
still making sounds,
nobody can hear
right here, right now.

If forever exist, I will live my life with you.
If it doesn't, I'll just treasure every moment with you.

She gives everything he wants,
in the name of love.

Brain says, I don't love you.
Heart says, I do.

On a garden
I'm a flower,
many of us there,
I saw you stare.

you're roaming around,
not making a sound.
you're still starring,
we're not moving.

as the wind blows,
we're gliding.
somebody's coming,
a bee getting close.

stares at me,
not for long,
and she goes.
then you come more close.

on me you've landed,
you've kiss me.
everybody envy.
i didn't take it for granted.

still i'm not moving,
you've got what you need.
the kissed you've given,
a sign that you're leaving.

my butterfly
didn't even say goodbye.
i'm still on a garden,
alone, with everyone.