The Conversion Means Nothing

Despairlessly

Too often hurt

by attitude and action

But try to survive

a piece of loyalty

this is called sincerity

or just a piece of blindness

If only I could take a stand

make a decision

will the story be different ?

the beginning of a story or the end of a story

I want it to taste with a glass of latte

intoxicating you

I wish I could love more

More appreciative and always consider there

This feeling is not a breeze

This feeling is not a loss

And the feeling is not a piece of paper that is easily torn and thrown away

Ever caught in the mind

I am too weak

or too scared

faced with reality

The living drama in the play

with me as a single spectator

You always made me

to cut the wound

it was as if this heart was made of iron doors

Rains

still undone

the cold wind greeted the heart

who is able to calm the heart that is slashed by the dagger of love ?.

Wrong, I'm not staying away

Wrong no I slowly disappeared

I think I'm the only one fighting

as if I was the only one who needed it

Not that I stopped loving

I'm afraid it's too deep

until the very pain that exists

I was washed away in an unbearable wound

trapped in a crowd

Which led me into Nestapa's groan

A cup of red wine

the exhalation of cigarette smoke

It was as if he understood the heart in the dark labyrinth

In the dim light of this foot stepped

aimless without direction

Let alone a beach

for backrests only there is none

Living as a prisoner of love

in a cage with selfishness

Against destiny to face reality

the more the wriggling the more constrained

by a fear

removing a form of attachment

release the torture

Forgetting you forgot yourself

Taken soul cover netra

Logic is not in line with decisions

on a fragile attitude

This search is still a long way to go

everything cannot be reworked

Be honest.....

I'm losing

for all that is lived

wounds and pains cannot erase you

unable to move

there is a part of the heart that always remembers you

the more I try to forget

getting caught up in a dark soul

As the sky ages

something feels different

and when the rain gets stuck in the mega

something feels empty

by ourselves......

deserted.......

spelling out a life-streak that is near death

When the question is unanswered

when the feeling is not revealed

And when the flowers wither in twilight

time is chasing the sun

are there shadows and memories ?

Worsened in silence and burden

facing the real reality

suffering over dreams

Beauty is like an angel without wings

humble with sinful eyes

Tired of living in the shadows

humming ria in silence

Hearts whispered softly which were torn apart desolate

the miss is present in the sorrow

trapped happy delusion

The cloudiness came as the sky blanket was lowered

the sun gives in to the moon

orange is present on the horizon

the long trail settles in the grace room

and memories slumber in the soul

all the flavors in a cracked grip

asa evaporated in the silence of the night

Soft mist caressing

Washing sweat on the face

Glassy eyes held back tears

Absorbent similar dew

And every wind that blows

I put whispers of heart

I miss you

to fill an empty heart

Hmmmmmm

miss in silence

counting the shadows that slowly fade

trapped space called a memento

The rest of the pain of love is not over

accept the love that incarnates the wound

When words become taste

who touched the heart many times

A thousand seconds swallowed me

And.....

This miss is killing me.......