Once again.
being honest
didn`t pay.
Once again,
my open hart
broken
it was.
Why a liar
not to be,
it is that hard?
Why people
only listen
what they want
and not
the real fact?
Why, to be
an honest being
it is no longer
a real thing?
How many times
a broken hart
can be mended?
Wil i ever
learn it?
Love is like heaven,
love is like hell,
different feelings
coming out
from the same place.....
Life, faith, destiny
Why did you make us belive
that with hope and dreams
our goals could be achieved?
(sorry, it was not my best day....)
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