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I am happy, But I end up crying. Broken like a shattered glass, And scattered as pieces of papers. My feelings grew like flowers in the spring, But yours withered like in the fall. A promise of a thousand years, But not a word is kept. What have you done? Why have you forsaken this love? Even if the time pass. Wounds won't still be healed. It is a cliche, I speak of broken love. Let the world fall apart, And mourn with my tragedy.

I got thousand of friends, But I can count them in a hand. I got few foes, But a hand is not enough. Fallible notes come from my friends' lips, And truth they behold. My enemies lend me a shoulder, And never stab me at my back. Friends, they call themselves, But Liars as I call them. Enemies, they admitted, But Friends as I treated. When tears tumble down my cheeks, My foes weep with me. When I am down and cannot stand, My friends walk away. Enemies can be friends, But friends itself, do not trust!

I am blind, For I see no good. I am mute, For I speak no truth. I am deaf, For I hear no right. I am numb, For I feel no joy or sorrow. There's no room for sympathy, Or for pity. I am a heartless creature, For I crash them by my hands. I bring them to their grave, Giving them justice they deserve. I put thorns, So no one can cross. Only I can tell who may pass, For I rule this world. Souls dwell in my home, But not for too long. I am more than Hades, For he's even afraid of me.

I kept on running, And you kept on chasing. It's like a never ending story, And it's not so lovely. I walked half of the way, And ran the rest of the road. It's a nightmare, And I wanted to wake. I heard a gunshot, And then I saw blood on my shirt. "Why?" I asked. But you didn't answer. It's more than a knife, that slashed my tongue. It's more than a whip, That hit my eyes. It's more than anything, And it's killing me. I know that this is my end, And you're already satisfied. Because my death, Will be your happiness.

Poems are not in my line, But I write for your sake. Hoping you'll appreciate, My written works of love. The music I play, Is never been easy. For you to understand, 'Cause melody's difficult to find. The photos I take, Is a work of my love. That captures the light, That makes my world bright. Nothing's impossible. For those who love. Everything's a dream come true, For those who believe.

Death knocks on my door, And I let him in. He sits on my bed, And asks me to lie down. I want to ask him why, But I cannot utter any words. He asks me to close my eyes, And I obey whole heartedly. He sings me a lullaby, Which isn't familiar. He cuddles me in his arms, And it is too lovely. I feel safe, but he is death, And I am with him.

Two years ago, you had called my name. In the dark, there you stood and smiled. A year ago, you had called my name. Across the street, there you sat and smiled. I'm in the present, but still looking at the past. I looked back at those days, and asked what happened to us. Twist and turn of events happen, And bring us together again. You said you'd missed me, but should I believe? You said I'm the one who changed your life, but you also changed mine. All those sweet words that you told me, still lingers in my head and I cannot forget it. I want you to be with me, But am I making the right decision? I'm getting scared, scared like a kid. I'm afraid to have a wound, A wound that cannot be healed. So if I make the wrong decision, And then I'll end up alone. Two years ago, you called my name, In the dark, there you stood and smiled. Ayear ago, you called my name, Across the street, there you sat and smiled.