I made a poem in school today while my friends get bored with mathematics and economy class. It’s weird but I don’t really care.
If I could send away my heart to Saturn
Let them stay for a dozen year of lights
Saved them from the greatest pain in the earth
I will live forever
I will live calm and peacefully
No tears, no diaries
If I could send my brain to the moon
Ask them to rent a house and beg to not coming back
Saved them from stress and headache
I will be immortal
It’s untitled and I don’t think its need some. It’s just me and nobody will like it anyway. It’s about my imagine to wonder how good it would be if I don’t have a heart to feel and brain to think if I were broken heart or feel empty inside or whatever may come to me. I think it would be great for me.
I don’t really believe that true loves exist. I’m changed from a little girl who believes that one day, somehow, a charming man will come and love me. Because even it’s true that he loves me, could he loves me the way I am? Will he still love me when I’m not pretty? When I’m bad?
I don’t believe it. True love maybe exists for some people. But not for me, not in these age. Anyway, a guy that I really care about can’t be mine (cause I don’t have courage after all) so I don’t think I could be happy then. Or can I?
If I could send away my heart to Saturn
Let them stay for a dozen year of lights
Saved them from the greatest pain in the earth
I will live forever
I will live calm and peacefully
No tears, no diaries
If I could send my brain to the moon
Ask them to rent a house and beg to not coming back
Saved them from stress and headache
I will be immortal
It’s untitled and I don’t think its need some. It’s just me and nobody will like it anyway. It’s about my imagine to wonder how good it would be if I don’t have a heart to feel and brain to think if I were broken heart or feel empty inside or whatever may come to me. I think it would be great for me.
I don’t really believe that true loves exist. I’m changed from a little girl who believes that one day, somehow, a charming man will come and love me. Because even it’s true that he loves me, could he loves me the way I am? Will he still love me when I’m not pretty? When I’m bad?
I don’t believe it. True love maybe exists for some people. But not for me, not in these age. Anyway, a guy that I really care about can’t be mine (cause I don’t have courage after all) so I don’t think I could be happy then. Or can I?
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