Love is like a rose
It has many beautiful petals
Even it has sharp thorns
We still pick it even it hurts

Lonely resembles dark
No one will notice
A person got a spark
In a very dark place

You see me smile in light
In a very happy mood
Never notice my tears at night
Almost suicide under the moon

Being ignored, being unknown
I used to be like this
I'm just no one as you know
Nobody notice me exist


-xoxo, Balqis

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