untittled n aLL of my poetry

When the curse still see the sky is so I can only paint on the tears my injury.
I may be weak on the ground and give up what your eyes have been truly see and know that there is blood in the vicinity of my pulse. I cover it with a small smile my lips.
do you ever aware of the brain under the logic I am human fragile.
I also want to water eyes removed
up to my cheeks in a written any posts happier. SATAN prevent me but, with the wind soul shabby resentment to remain here while I wait OFF.
wait this out pain

He is long on heart,,,
Yesterday that he can still joke and laugh,,
But now,,,
he has gone,,,

What I wrong?
Expressive potential of this long,,,
Reveal the content of the heart,,,
Will be honest that is what I think,,,

He only smiled,,,
Said with a gentle,,,
"I can only assume you as a friend ..."

I also participate smile,,,
Attempting to ward all thought,,,
Trying to be best friends for him,,,

But now,,,
As being the distance between me and him,,,
No more joke and laugh,,,
I never again heard from intimate greeting,,,

Never again I think,
Little attention from him,,,

Ah ...
If the first I know this is going to happen,,,
Maybe I will not ever think it said,,

Friends,,,
One do I reveal this heart honesty?
I do wrong?

Not the way I look
Not that I later time

Mesh white cloud in the sky
In its intimate sense of my

sleeps peacefully in his twilight glare
to guide the soul of all depressed

Sticky back by its blue dream
Took to meet your every ...

you have not even arrived beside me ...
What are you waiting for the sunset ...
twilight is not the door the night?

let the cloud water into rainbow embroidery ...
people who make cool view ...

let me sleep the night ni
accompanied month lost because of the dark cloud ...