Here, After,...

I have a short story,...

Some people are come into your life for a reason,

and the others are just for a (while) season.

Love hurts, Love scars

Love wounds, and marks

Any heart not tough, or strong enough

And my love is like a cloud, that holds a lot of rain (read: Pain)

Then, will someone please call a surgeon

Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken hearth?

Gosh,..

Memory is wonderfull thing if you don`t have deal with the past

The word that I creat just seems to fly away with those memoar

Thus mellowed to that tender light, which heaven to gaudy day denies

And now, The most beautiful melody in my symphony is turning into silent-sorrow

I used to drunk, now i`m hungover,
I love you forever, forever is over
Suddenly, the name of love changed to me
It becomes a depressing infatuation about a ne ver-ending agony

The sky is rain, and I miss you
Ironically, I miss you in pain
Yes, i could tell you that I living the love i don`t want


O.K.

Ps: I know, that I am just your aftermath