The finger is bound, the heart still numb
This 15 millimeters white gold armour doesn't make me totally secure
Oh how I hate liar, but my mouth keeps spreading hoax to the whole mountain, spit it from one hill to another
I like my life, but hate my self!
As my mind keeps yelling "hell to love", my face fakes dazzling smiles everyday to show how I love love, oh can't you see that I'm in love?
But when all lights are down and the only noise is silence
Tears streaming down quitely to recall my fear
I can feel my numbness!
Even if I put many smiles in the face
Or say so many words, or write poems
Even silence can not hear the voice in my heart
There is still a cubicle of love in it
But there is hate in its love
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