emptiness that is in my heart
still I don't know where to start,
because of the lies and hatred
I chose to be unloved and isolated

one day I became a freedom writer
then realized that people are liars,
that everyone left for a reason
but there is no explanation

until every broken pieces of my hea......
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*A freedom writer that has a missing part of a poet and a missing heart..

2 o'clock in the morning
I'm still studying and learning,
studying and learning how to love
how to love a girl that is sad and mad

2 o'clock in the morning
I'm still waiting,
waiting you to answer
for my heartbeat gets faster

2 o'clock in the morning
I'm still thinking about you,
for my love is true
that I feel for you

2 o'clock in the morning
I'm still into you,
but I found out that you love someone
someone that broked your heart many times

*but still, I'm here for you..

she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose