Hidden Pain


I originally created this poem.
It is my hobby, writing poems and taking some simple shots

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I treat you as  a friend,

But you treated me as  a trash,

You shove me away,

Like a useless man.

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Now, the fire in my eyes,

The wound in my heart

Will stay forever,

As long as I live.

 

True friends are really hard to find,

False friends are like autumn leaves

Scattered everywhere.

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Harsh words are hard to bear

Stabbed  behind my back

Insensitivity in you,   a ruthless man.

 

You made me stronger by your unbearable  words

Standing firm where am I right now, 

Brave heart  as I face the world

Not afraid anymore in the dark.

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Vengeance is not ours, my  friend

The wheel of life will keep on turning .

Life still must go on, 

My rhythm plays the song.

 

As the sun still shining on me,

Soon, I will leave my path

Only time will heal the wounds

The…

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Hidden Pain


I treat you as  a friend,

But you treated me as  a trash,

You shove me away,

Like a useless man.

 JVM_0372

Now, the fire in my eyes,

The wound in my heart

Will stay forever,

As long as I live.

 

True friends are really hard to find,

False friends are like autumn leaves

Scattered everywhere.

 DSC_0012

Harsh words are hard to bear

Stabbed  behind my back

Insensitivity in you,   a ruthless man.

 

You made me stronger by your unbearable  words

Standing firm where am I right now, 

Brave heart  as I face the world

Not afraid anymore in the dark.

 DSC_0013

Vengeance is not ours, my  friend

The wheel of life will keep on turning .

Life still must go on, 

My rhythm plays the song.

 

As the sun still shining on me,

Soon, I will leave my path

Only time will heal the wounds

The scars that marked my weakest point.

 

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Image

Words with Tons of Meaning


my shot 2

“Birds during Sunset”
Vast horizon, so far we are apart
Across this deep blue sea,
We cross short distance.

A single chirp from you,
Makes sweet melody,
To my sleeping soul.

my shot 1

Alone…
Who will fit in this kind of place?
Who will share a promise for a lifetime?
Who will spend his time for the future?


Being alone is not to be weak.
Being alone is not for being afraid.
Being alone, being tough, being patient
To wait for the right time.

my creation