I'm tired
No, not that kind of tired
Where it can simply cured
By sleep

I'm tired
Of all the things
That put me through
And through

I'm tired
Of all the times
Where I've almost
Shed a tear

I'm tired
Of all the friends
That used me
Like my feelings never existed

I'm tired
Of all the life
That makes me suffers
Days and nights

love,
such a simple word
yet, held so much
for us to remember

love,
has turned
to be cruel
and worked against humanity

love,
has become racist,
not just for
the sake of society

love,
no longer held
meanings
from time to time

love,*
there's no such thing
called love
since the time has passed

i see her
the girl in the mirror
she looked like me,
now how could it be?

sometimes she cry
sometimes she laugh

sometimes i really do know her
sometimes i really dont

Love these days
Is when you look
At your partner
With your eyes

Whether they are
Beautiful or ugly
Thin or fat
Black or white

Love these days
Is not love
It is more like lust
Between the two

Love these days
Doesnt understand
The feeling of
A heartbreak

Love these days
Doesnt feel
The way my heart
Shattered

This is why
I dont believe in
Every single word
You're saying

Because you love
Like how the people
These days
In love

what is love?
is it the times when
you feel butterflies, or
the times when
you cant even breath

what is love?
is it the times when
you feel cherised, or
the times when
you're on the loo

what is love?
is it the times when
a day is more than a day, or
is it the times when
there's no more somedays

what is love?
is it the times when
you get to fly so high, or
the times when
the world seems to shallow you

honestly, what is love?
is it all about the happiness, or
the pains?
or a combination of both?

Am i wrong
For thinking
That i could?

Am i wrong
For thinking
That I'm good?

Am i wrong
For thinking
About you?

if you're a star
then i would be human,
if you're a sand
then i would be a hand,
if you're an artist
then i would be a fan

why?
because like a star,
i can only admire
like a sand,
you keep slipping through
like an artist,
so close yet so far

you can only be admired,
but always slipping through,
yet you're here
sitting next to me but,
you're so far away

i couldn't reach you
even if i tried
because you take
another hand to hold
another soul to give
and another smile to cherish