Saturday, November 30, 2013

Bitter Flowers

You don't know
How it's so simple
By seeing you looking at me
By seeing you from behind

Make these butterflies
merrily fly higher
then suddenly shattered
into fake hope of dust

You don't know
How it's that good
to see you on that early day
was realizing me over there

But then i realized
you have never really wanted
or even worse
cared that much, to me

At the end i knew
you've always treated me
like the way you treated
..everybody else

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