Trapped Nostalgia

Trapped Nostalgia

Highlight the moon
Cut me in the middle of the road
When heading towards the return
I was surrounded by memories

But you sabotage the sky in the middle of the night
Until there is no room for the stars
Your facial frame shimmered like marble
Hack another memory I'm throwing away

The pull of iron horses slows down
As the brain starts to recall again
That is round
It is your eyes with a slightly brown iris

Love without reason

Love, love, and love
Why love is just a lip
Is love as a passionate desire
Without using logic
Just as a means to vent feelings only

The real love
Makes herself meaningful amongst others
Defeat all ego and uncertain intentions
Willing to accept any shortcomings

Love without reason
Not to expect or expect
Instead of just giving and wanting to get a reply
And not too suddenly come and run to leave
The real love dares to manifest the future
Without giving fantasy wind, falsehood, and doubt