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She Lied

I lied, I did lied, I truly lied

She was a dreamer
A stars catcher
Insane to get those flower
A love hunter
But they wont last forever
They die, they explode each morning

Put those red dress and crimson lipstick by night
Put those jeans, sneaker, and white t-shirt by day
Walking on the cold street by night
Relying to the kindness of stranger
To get high on a free charge
Walking to school in the morning
Relying on what she remember
To get a good grade
But all she got are a red scratch on her paper

She watched people stabbed each other
Her uncle, dad, mom, brother, they were stabbed, died?
She lost them, or at least that what she knew

People used other people to get what they want
People used her to get what they want
Blood on the street
Red

They kissed her on night, dumped her by day
Let her high and dry, then leave her alone
Nobody will truly know her
Not her friend from past, her friend in present, nor future
She constructed her live perfectly

She used to think there are a fairies, true love, and white horse
She was stupid, reckless, young, beautiful, misunderstood
Her life was a mistake
She cried each times to sleep
After all that happen to her

Two years passed away

She woke up in the street of no where
No one beside her
No one asking her why
Neither what happen to her
Because no one care and own her
She belongs to no where
She had nothing left on her
Sometimes, friends, home, money, virginity, moral aren’t a choice
She watched all of her flowers died
She got one by night, then it died in the morning
She watched the stars fusion and explode

No one could stand too long besides her
No one could ever become her true friends, boyfriend, nor part of her lives
She's too unusual, not even close to normal
Poeple come, she blinks, and they leave
New people come, she goes to the toilet, and they leave
She sleeps with a different guy and plays with different girl each night and day

Now she becomes a leaf that fly everywhere following a path of wind
Enjoying the feels of air
No direction, no vision
She flies
Into a true freedom

She gets everything when she had nothing
She found herself when she lost in the middle of no where
She feels a true kind of freedom
Nothing left but freedom
Where she owns herself and reality
You may dumped and jailed her body,
But not her mind

She may never be a normal
You may say that she’s crazy, some living weird shit
But who cares, she’s happy and free in her own way
With her red band on

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He drinks beer, I drink water He is a movie director, I'm a highschool student He smokes, I hate ciggarate He lives in Myanmar, I live in Indonesia He loves party at night, I love sleep at night He has a black eyes, I have a brown eyes He is 29 years old, I'm 18 years old He loves sweet music, I love rock music He has a warm hands, I have a cold hands "thankyou so much for this whole week", "No, I'm the one who should say thankyou" :) thank you