what's left is ink

don't be afraid

I can't be so scared of loving just because of what happened to us— 

Getting attached to someone who wouldn't stay, 

Someone who forgets about the stardust between us, 

And forgetting the memories that will forever remain in me 

When we were together, it was like the north and the south have actually met— 

Or that parallel lines have finally intersect; 

Maybe the sun and the moon, too, had collide, 

Then the earth passed through, creating a beautiful eclipse that only lasts for a night

The stars were celebrating when we're sitting down the garden— 

Two different souls became one while looking at them; 

Their constellations have once spelled out our fate, 

And it turned out exactly to be what we became 

The rainbow has lost its many colors— 

Replaced by the rain and a bolder shade of gray; 

It was all but dark and gloomy, 

Mixed with my thoughts in a monochromatic view 

If ever someday I will find someone who'll light my way up, 

Maybe by then, I shouldn't be scared of being attached the second time around— 

And if I will be hurting in the end, 

I know for sure that with you back then, I already felt like hell— 

I'm used to it, 

I should be used to it  

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