we spent too much worthless time together.
two sad kids pretend being happy ones.
i used to write poems for your lullaby. but
i have no words to say, today. even a goodbye.
i thought you built a home for us,
but you offer it to the wealthy ones.
you know i’m homeless, but
it is not a thing for you.
even when we refuse of being separated,
we know we’re a flame for each other.
and we blame each other for the ashes.
don’t demand me anything, because
i don’t expect you to be heartbroken.
even when our stories already forgotten,
i still do hope that you’re happy.