"Should i say i love red, or i love the person behind it?"
Tears are just salty liquid.
That flows from my eyes when
I am grieving in sadness.
Time has come,
This feeling turns into anger
Because of a man who deserves to
Be called 'a UsEr'.
"How can this man forget everything in a minutes?"
"How can he live with joy
After what he did?"
But i really don't care what
HIs answer would be.
Not because i'm afraid that it
Would still make me feel better.
But because i don't want to
Be a victim again
Of a man who only treats
Me like a disposable "ThInGs".
With this, i only realized...
That my tears are really crystals.
If it's for a man,
I will never Let it flow agai