I killed my ex lovers
and buried to my memories' grave.
It is January
And I am tired of being brave.

A Very Short Poem for Poor Lovers

You’ve got nothing,
I’ve got nothing,
And it’s not a good thing.

Mean words

Once upon a time,
I loved you
But I will never
I swear.

Tell me a story. Be my storyteller.

Love was not enough to fight or i was not worth for fight.

Love was not enough to fight or I was not worth to fight.