A tear falls on my keyboard,
As I try to type of love.
I guess the beauty I hold inside
Can never be enough?
I stop and stare at the tear then
Smear it with my finger.
I might as well give up because
I believe he only loves her.
“This life of mine is just a joke.
written on Friday, April 9th.
Love will never arrive.
Isn’t that all one needs
To be happy and survive?”