In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence...Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.I love you in my very own wayBy throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your headLike i want to kill you.Just because of envying the love That my heart spend on you.

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing,I’ve got nothing,And it’s not a good thing.

Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.

Don't feed your ego with my soul.

Sex is a thing, love is everything.

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories' grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

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