I stand by the corner
Of the four-walled room
Where my heart is pulverized by a hammer
Scattered by a broom
As I visit a glance to my beloved
I imagine tears every night drifting by my bed
Wondering if to whom or to what I'm crying for
Eyes and heart of mine are sore
I'm clueless of what to feel
Staring at my reflection, my soul is seal
Look into my eyes and be curious
Seek for revelations if I'm furious
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