Love to be engaged,
loved to resentful,
when truth comes,
be grateful.

Mistful cries,
All dies,
with laughter of,
hatred,
always lies.

Through eternity,
through millinea,
through pessimistic words,
which never lies.

Wanted to cry,
But cry flied,
just lived with hatred,
settled with a rust,
all along the night.

Apprehensive character,
which lies in me,
Will not fade like,
a flea.

Nights became darker,
Nights became cynical,
Nights became accusatory,
liked to hear cries.

Isn't the blame
of emotions,
Isn't the blame
of characteristics,
But it's life's,
own ricked kind.



© -Alex