Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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Along:Ah...

Ah, I'm sick,
So petrified won't speak,
Don't want to not be forever,
Gloom of shadows bleed and is behind my back.

Flies flees into my stoned and cruel passage of my bones,
Both literal and cynical,
Yes I am, when you were changeable and habitable,
When you hybernates quietly around this doing corner.

Secretly, waiting for the sunset to appears...

To flaunt the beauty of—imagining those hidden glums in your favorite area wall where I rest my backbones,
Inside there are crumpled trash and it's rare;

To felt the numbeness,
To feel the liveliness,

'Cause when the night comes, amidst the huge waves of loneliness,
All I can do is to surf above the dead sea...

Where I belonged...

All I did is to flip a novelttes, so one day, I was the one who can build story's of others,
Same thing to what I'd felt before.

I've got the perspires from every narrow spaces of this room,
Sorrounded by unfamiliar faces, who are they?
Oh! it's an island! and a bot no man island for me,
A brisky sunday morning to all I see.

Floating mind of mine,
Pushed through the cold sea,
It's cool and airy inside my rigid heart,
Tried to unveiled my half eye then began to mesmerized only me, so I realized.

What a fantastic view!
That life and fate threw,
Why everyone has ear-to-ear smile,
While I am bound to laugh for very short while.

These burden stacked up and pile,
How could I carry them—the one who wanted to help me,
But soon to wonder, normal people doesn't gave to deal with boring unapproachable quiet and shy me;

In this empty room,
In this dark hall,
In this bizarre place or I am?
Some are real annoyed to befriend me...

They talk,
They chitchats
They share stories,
Haunt these all, got and listen to your quiet sound.

You will know, if you will know yourself like no one did,
And it's really alarming,
If you'll know that no one seems to pour attention on you,
Ah—lone.

Left and right hand,
Talking and picking  myself all over,
Still I am,
Ah-lone.

When two lonely people cross the bridge, hapiness will explode,
Maybe they're both unspoken but deep down the surface,
There's the turbulence, a noise, a scream,
Joyous crystal-like—Of not being,
Ah—lone.