None (Vol.4) Poem by Az' Versifier

Tell me the shoulder, tell me the resort,
On which I can keep my head and bard,
All my grief, the white or the darked,
Without opening my mouth, soul, and hard.

In my heart that empty,
These sounds resound to infinity,
'None is there' and 'None is there',
Who would show my heart the anxiety.

The heartless hearts hurted my heart,
Nothing beside remained but flirted flirt,
Oh! ! Why these silly youths played,
With my faith, love, and hearted dirt.

May, they get the outstanding cheers,
May, from spirit they don't fear,
But why myself and why me mere,
They made their toys, the ‘My tears'.

I know my truth and I know my lie!
Yet better than the players not am I?
Or, I don't know how to love,
And how to flirt with silly thy!

May I'm stupid but not silly,
Who play love and make self flee,
Who break the heart and make it hard,
And who force the diviners to jump from hilly!

Here, none is there to care myself,
Other than my silent plights,
None is here to hug me,
And to fix my dreams often broken from heights!