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BROKERSHEART May 6
I fill the pages to cover up the guilt I feel,
I question to make me feel better,
I complain to weight my sorrow,
Do I deserve all of this?
The old broken poems regretted the hands that never held,
I live to save the name that gave me.

To bargain the loneliness ,
I sing a song of depression.
To perfect the insanity,
I labelled the smiles of grief.
But no matter, I still wrong the innocent….
“ the weight of unspoken pain“
BROKERSHEART May 5
I used to think,
That you are unlucky.
That you are gone too soon
You need to find your place in the sun,
You need to enjoy,
The wealth of this world.
You have to sing,
The song of yourself.
You are meant to grow old….
But I was wrong,
You are the luckiest.
Because those who live,
Endure heartbreaks and tears.
They had to go through,
The sorrowing years.
They have to witness the goodbyes,
They had to burry the pain as they live on.
They can’t help but pray to die.
But you’ll never have to go through,
The path of sorrow.
Sadness won’t bother you anymore.
No betrayal nor anger,
Would come in your way.
No hatred nor fear,
Would ever trouble your mind again,
Just Love, your lifetime is full of Love…
“Luckiest dear ones “
BROKERSHEART Apr 30
Memories is like a flower
That fades in dust
Our story withered in rain
Loneliness escort every move of mine
I'm scared to dream under the cloudy moon
Wish I could paint our fate
The past is all about departure
Memories wandered
Unwilling to part
Wanting to go back
And start over.
But Dear do not worry
I would find you in next life
Dare you not to play silly
I would remind you in every of your dreams
Pick my tears when I wake
And we will watch the sunset together.
#Dearest in the unknown
BROKERSHEART Apr 27
Ohh Divinity;
Ne’er I blame thee,
That drive I to the ghastly world.
But one own thee a plea
Ohh Creator;
Let me rest in the arms of eternity,
And never reach the sun again.
For I’m contented of one’s breathed.
Kindly arouse me no more,
I want to rest in the unlit,
And dance with the ghostly being.
Never to lay again,
Under the blaze of dawn.
Overhear my lowly whim;
Devine Being’
I vow; I would never sorrow my doom,
Neither would I call on,
For next Life
Wish letter
BROKERSHEART Apr 23
Far across the hills
Passed a glowing gentle being,
Among the stars he land
Far from the place where I stand.

Though the far the view I watched
But I freed before I could hold.
I stayed but the clouds came first
He don't need more,
He had the sky and I'm not the stars
Before I fall off for my dreams
I watched, till I envy the Sky
Far across  the hills.
"ETERNAL LONGING"
BROKERSHEART Apr 22
Over the sky you reign
Bright as ever you shine,
Yet still my grasp in darkness.
By the door you rest,
Yet hesitating to embrace.
The smiles glimpse,
Yet the heart unflattered.
Like the clouds you flow,
Yet never drop.
Like the time you pass,
Yet never respond.
Under the dusk you glow,
Yet trapped in the hidden depth.
“It reads like a conversation with a ghost—someone there, but not really. Haunting and delicate.”

— The End —