Lately...

Lately I've been down,
Rarely I've been up.
I have tried faking up,
but always ended up down.
If love causes joy and hope,
Then why am I sad and down?
So this mustn't be love.
For love shouldn't cause pain.



Or should it?





When...
When it's out of my sight,
my mind starts to cry.
When my mind cries at night,
my heart becomes so dry.
So dry that I can feel it break into pieces, into dusts.
And those dusts become my tears and comes out from my eyes.