My heart is like a clear sky on a cold winter day.
You'll find it seldom.
I am open to all but closed inside,
Shut by a permanent lock,
Which, I know,
No-one can open it with any instrument.
I usually don't cry,
But when I do,
I cry like a downpour rain.
My pen bleeds in the specific room,
Where you had left for me.
You know, when I see a butterfly
It reminds me of our late night kisses, And daybreak secrets.
I see you in everything I do.
I see you in my mirror standing behind me.
I see you on my paper while writing,
Whether I am solving trigo identities or solving the puzzle of my life.
I see you, just you,
Like an oblivion talking to those small grasses,
Experiencing ; This fickle life,
The endless freshness.
I have became quite and peaceful.
Quite like shadow and peaceful like sea.
Little do we know,
We leave a part of ourselves
With whomever who departs from us,
When you are lonely,
Thinking about your best fantasy,
Things starts moving in your mind,
You end up in catching "No-one".
So, when you are lonely,
You learn to live with darkness,
You learn to hide your secrets,
You learn to live with a silence,
You learn to talk to yourself.
Eventually, you learn to die,
As a living corpse.
