Love, Lust, Lonesome.

Tired of wasting time waiting for impossible to happen.
Tired of scars that hurt to the spine.
Tired of spinning in the same curve for again and again.
Tired of hanging up hopes but end up wasted.

Where the hell is the bliss you owe me one? I tried my best but always ended up fell hard, it caused scars.
Where is the insecure you were always try to ought me one? I've been searching for thousand days it goes to nowhere.
How did I can trust all sappy bullshits that ran out from your mouth? Your words were encourage me up.

I'll tell you that you must've been mastered in tract of giving me a pseudo-bliss.
I was always trying to enjoy surviving this scum-ball aloe with all of dreams that I hang on. If only it could be that easy as easy as poetry written. As easy as a sing sung.
As easy as missing you.

Everything've been made up for something.... or someone.
you, you were made for me.


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