divine madness No romantic gestures;
No amorous expressions,
Cold eyes
Icy soul
Why is it that
Your lips spills out
Those three words,
only lovers use,
and your heart seems to
ignore its pure meaning?

Is it true to you?
For my heart doesn’t taste it.
Is it no pain to you?
For my heart strongly feels it.

The thorns of hatred pricked me
from the rose YOU gave me,
a deceitful rose,
a silent rose.

Suddenly, you realize my misery
Yet you see not its extreme.
But too late are you
For I’m far from you,
too distant to see.

Out of my volatile depression,
I realize what the true burden is.
hayienah with the wave of a hand, your existence ends. 040122
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