My Thrilling February

Two years ago...

This February, we found Bali

Today we were not found each other yet

For that days and nights without us, I cried 

In silence and frightened, we could not ever see each other again

It was hurt to know that they tore us apart, forcefully

Live is so hard

You, I knew, live that tough life

But me, always on struggle, and without you here, means more struggle

Words mean a lot than silence for me

You  maybe disagree, because you can get through this better than I did

You appreciate silence, and I getting frustated

You stronger when silent, and I get ready to live a life without you

For me, silence is a hard code for leaving

and fake promises are scams

Then what we actually did yesterday, doing today, really doesn't matter

I love you when I can reach you, otherwise it was just a hurt

maybe this silence killing our love, our memoars, they killed us

Yesterday was romance, and today just episodes of thriller

You are not here, that is the only truth and I try to be strong without you for the sake of myself

Those who know the truth remain silent and force me to trust them, when I literally messed up 

I better let you go...

I love you, but I love myself more

cliche...

I still love you and bleeding your name

This February is your month, and it is like thousand years of dark ages

Happy birthday...