... and the wounds of the past started to burn
leaving the fresh memories searing in pain
as the darkness eats the fair sky
as well as the eyes showered by the rain.
one's acts are guided by his heart
while ignoring emotions using his brain
oftenly misunderstood by others who judges really fast
he accepts everything though there's nothing to gain.
such memories are buried deep to forget
telling it to others will soon end to regret
they will never ever understand and yet,
judge the boy with disgust and to be left.
one has learned to stand alone.
carrying some guts, will and broken confidence.
he decided to walk with this life alone
looking for somewhere safe like home.
one met another who gave something he don't need.
for his life is ok and simple indeed.
feelings and things one has never tasted.
no such thing as love that is wasted.
one tried to fall out to see if another would let it happen.
and yes, pitiful one is once again alone and broken.
misunderstood and wronged by false guilt,
everything seemed to bloom just for it to wilt.
like bittermelons that will always be bitter.
like the wind that blows and fly forever.
love makes two stay passionate and in heat.
life is not constant so be used to it.
he smiles, he laughs, as if nothing bothers him,
eventhough the coldness of life is creeping in.
-GLLabels: fiction, original, poetry