In this story
I am the poet
You're the poetry.

Don't feed your ego with my soul.

End of the Summer

It was end of the summer
And my heart was broken
but i was smiling, laughing, making jokes
Like there was nothing bleeding inside

As always.

Once upon a time
I fell in love
Lost myself
And find another one.

Bleeding for a decade

For a decade,
We bleed like there is no hell but the earth
We bleed like we were born to dare
We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.

We find a clue
After a decade
Bleeding is just to breath
Simply keeps us alive.

Mean words

Once upon a time,
I loved you
But I will never
I swear.