The flowers wilted before it can bloom.
The moon rises before darkness loom.
The shadow formed in darkness,
is like a hole with no end.
I'm lost in my thoughts,
and then I saw you.
You guide me into the light,
with grip so strong.
I thought you were my angel,
but in the light I see the ugliness you hide.
You stole away my heart
before I can take it back.
You pushed me back,
into the endless nightmare.
But I don't blame you,
because it was a dream.
It is too good to be true,
for a person like me.
You reminded me well,
where I stand.
You bruised me hard,
in my heart.
You didn't stitch it back,
the wound infected.
It grows into a scars,
imprinted forever.
I have fallen before I know, with scars so beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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