Let me be myself again of those days not love me ...


Why that day, he caught me promise not to cry when he was no longer next? In him, so strong that I can not cry for anything, or because he thought my love was not big enough to do even a vent line movement rules, if you lose people you love?

Just return the child to me alone, leave me be myself these days not love him. For when you are not startled to realize I'm in the street at midnight, on the road I have ever come across. To never, I stood dumbfounded between intersection is a green light, just because someone saw the ball like him. To never, I still chirping friend told me about what he has taught me as his day was the same. When it saw me quietly and hold you tight, know that you are still dreaming! Get a hug from someone you are not. Close your eyes, and remembered that he had promised not to cry.



Not you, I was left alone. Alone wandering the windy day Hanoi. Alone in the quiet suburban fields. Alone eating his roadside eateries prefer. Before you ask me, I do not feel lonely, but until now, you know enough shape alone.

No longer you put between your shoulder and crowded cinema strange, I sat alone, watching the movie with their favorite two emotionless eyes. So when someone shook his shoulder lightly, and gave me a piece of paper towel. His day, going to the movies emotionally, you were always carry a paper towel to wipe the tears for me. Why now you have received it from a stranger?

Not me, I'm confused old memories collected each supposing that the only happiness. Who knows one day separation, traumatic memories are not what healing.

Not him, is the way they wander in the park, looking at it together and see my heart cramps. Parks, obviously not for those who are lonely.



It absorbed every pass. Not me, I stand alone. Do not see anything in front to the next step so I turned to the past. Because of his past. What about the future, he will lack.

Looks like I was too soft, so their hearts as empty land after the rain. And as he rides past, has brought many sticky soft soil left lane grooves both easy to heal such deep hollows. There are scars on the land, though the weed was not able to fill inconsolable.