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You thought, I didn’t notice.

You think that I am that numb.

Don’t worry, I can feel it,

I just don’t want to lose you,

Wish that I could still lift my hand,

To grab your trembling head.

Mourning and weeping co’z I failed,

To keep the promise that the gross nailed.

Wish that I could lift my head,

High until my eyes met yours.

But this glass set a limit,

A limit that no one can cross.

Love, could you please fight for me?

Fight, until that someone cannot flee.

Be brave, as what your clenched fist express,

Fake words, fake oaths, fake nod and fake smiles,

Fake relations and fake emotions were shown  in your eyes.

As fake as your promises that left me in the aisle,

Due to extensive conflicts that split our promised mile.

What a wonderful story? A wonderful surprise!

Surprise that wasn’t funny and brought tears into my eyes.

Your little joke of bomb, explodes in my heart,

Spreading thorns in my body, like a pointed, sharp dart.

Peculiar goodbyes darken my snowy wedding gown,

A farewell which  caused the mascara in my face to flow down.

Everything was unusual, unusual cries and shouts,

Freeing myself from the aches of the coming fall outs.

This bouquet of flowers were as dull as the body of yours,

My red trembling lips, were as bloody as your coat.

My tears burst out along with my curse,