hate this world
full with broken dreams never brings a new hope even only one for me. broken dreams I've made 'till I can't wake up. killing myself in the dream 'till I can't breathe. nobody cares, nobody ever wonders why and it's all my body and soul form a constellation in the darkest sky.
tears sweep away the nectar,
turning it becomes salty, it's the taste of tasteless heart. blood bleeds on my scar, turning it into blood red, it's the taste of bleeding heart. sweet doesn't taste so sweet, what sweet really is? it's the taste of broken dreams.
I once was so eager to find the meaning of life,
never knew the reason why of facing the strife. I was naive, thinking life was easy before, as I grew older, I'd learned a little more. now I understand, not to find the meaning of life, 'cause I'm the the one who define my own life. albeit delightful or woeful I'll feel, it's all depend on the way I choose to live.
it's like walking into a garth,
overwhelmed by the blossoms. there's nothing better than this making my heart whole blooms. yet it's like an autumnal equinox, there's a time to whither and die. albeit leaves fall on the ground, but I bet it'll be remembered. I feel not blithe nor blue whilst entering the whole new chapter, 'cause it won't be the same like before. it makes me to wonder, how blue will be defined after?
fall little by little, this town becomes whiter and whiter. old memories keep lingering in the air, cold breeze can never blow them away. in her mouth the snowflakes melt, in her lungs the bitterness overspreads. old memories are too precious to be thrown, yet too heavy to be held.
little by little, this town becomes whiter and whiter. people rush to home with longing, people stay at home to keep warm. leaving an empty street with snow, carrying love back home but never the snow. like my heart the empty street is, like my soul the snow is.
fall little by little, this town becomes whiter and whiter. sparrows move to a warmer place, trees somehow have fallen asleep. no blossoms bloom, no soothing tune, somehow, I'm missing you. snowflakes fade away little by little, this town become brighter and brighter. perhaps, you'll come to me, like the spring promised to me. or perhaps, I shall cherish the cherry blossoms for I've gone through that all alone.
somehow, I'm missing you.
fascinating, like the aroma of tea,
pleasing moon to have a drink. like the liquor, it brings the glee, overfill my cup but not to drunk. tonight, let's paint the town red, there in my throat the odours overspread. under the moonlight, I dance with my shadow, holding a wine, too fine to swallow. I'm not drunk and it might be true, stumbling and murmuring on the way back home. my life is not utterly dark nor blue, I'm just missing him and the dawn.
I'm just missing him and the dawn.
life is black and white,
like their thoughts, hard to be fathomed. either the hidden truth or the high-sounding words will never untangle the knot in my heart. perhaps life is grey, the mixture of glee and woes, never taste too acerbic, nor too sweet, bittersweet is the best.
Bittersweet will always be the best.
dandelion is me,
wind has my fate. it sends me to the mud, where it's filled with unknown. I thank wind for teaching me, "you'll grow when you start to appreciate"
Gratitude is always vital