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Spare My Heart (even if it’s quite too late)

Tonight I choose not to reply
I choose to let all of these die
‘Cause there’s no point to try
If something will bloom then you’ll just say good bye.

Don’t ask why I treat you coldly
Every thought of you hurts me
You’re not aware, I know. I’m Sorry.
But I have to go before I love you deeply.

Call me a coward but I don’t want to be
There when you walk away from me
Selfish I know but can’t you see
You already have almost the half of me.

If you can’t stay please spare my heart
You’re still here but you’re tearing it apart
If you’ll soon be gone then where shall I start?
As earlier as possible please, just spare my heart.

Three Words

I miss you...

Typed those words just to delete.
Three words for so long I've tried to keep.
But hey, it's you my heart longs to meet.
Will you make my day complete?

Subtle are my words to let you know
A part of me went missing when you chose to go
Now I'm trying to figure out what you have sown
In my heart something's unusual starting to grow.

I love you.

I shook my head at the thought of it
Three words that I wish I could forget
'Coz my heart is not ready to risk again yet
Embracing it might be my gravest regret.

We're pushing and pulling the tie
No one's ready to give it a try
Both afraid to move across the line
Tell me honestly, are we here just to waste our time?

The Painting

He's got an eye for an art,
Maybe that's why she caught his heart.
Her soul tempts him to linger,
Like an abstract art he's trying to decipher.

But she secretly longs to be
More than a painting on his gallery.
More than his favorite scenery
she wants to be what makes him happy.

So she tried to show him her colors,
Even the ugly parts hoping he'd still adore her,
Praying that she could hold his gaze longer,
Gambled even she knows nothing lasts forever.

But time came when he's done
staring at her, and now he's gone.
She was left hanging on a wall
She's just a mere painting for him after all.

Chasing a Melancholic Soul

Are you tired of chasing her?
A swift and untamed soul,
Always running away every time you come near
You think she’s rare and mysterious
But you don’t have a clue
she’s just as curious about you, too
But she won’t let you see her staring.
No, she just won’t let you know
that somehow you have soften a part of her
Like a hole in a wall,
One blow and you’ll send her walls crumbling
But again, she will never let you catch her.
Like a riddle, she’ll keep you guessing.
A part of her wishes her teasing would allure you closer.
But if ever you change your mind,
if ever you get tired of trying codes to her locked heart
She would feel sad,
but still, she won’t hold you back.

All that she ever wanted is someone who would stay,
Not necessarily would understand her at all times,
But would stay.

And if you can’t be that person,
then you have never loved her enough.

Then maybe you don’t deserve her heart.

The Pointless Choice

You walked out of my life dragging and leaving pieces of me on the floor..

I am left with two choices;

should I pick up the pieces
that would eventually lead me to you,

or should I move on,
half empty?

Either way, I will never be the same again.
None of it will ever make me whole again.

The Girl Sitted on the Corner

They say she got a beautiful face,

Her heart too innocent, too gullible.

So she let them see and fill the empty space

But they only left her in pain, in fear, strangled.




They thought her kindness is a sign of weakness,

They acted like nothing happened after they made fun of her

Grudge started to pile when they keep on abusing her silence

They did not see nor hear her cry every night in terror.




She caught the eyes of a girl in a mirror

She did not recognize herself 'cause the light was gone

She tried to scream at her reflection hoping tears would out-pour

Her head spins, throat tightens but tears did not come.




I guess they made her feel numb

I guess it was her fault too

She let them treat her like a dumb

She's dying inside, and no one else knew.




She tried to paint her canvas white

While they splash it with red and blue.

Some turned black, those hidden from the light

Just pray it won't consume her soon.

To the man who can’t stay,
make me your home
So my heart will have something to hold on to;
Give me the hope that no matter how long,
You will find your way back to me.

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