NAPATSORN TREESAP

Isn’t it ironic?
How your smoke keeps hunting
I watched you burned those ashes
Burning your trustworthy truth
I read it all— your messages 
But not to me
I read it all— the truth
You told to her 
Oh God what did you do?
Jumped off the fence, ran off the train 
Go on—heartbreaker
I read it all
Flirty messages 
Be a father of her child
Be a killer of my eyes 
You broke it
3 months turned to ashes 
Breaking me like no one did 
I’m letting go 
I’m turning to be cold 
I’m silently screaming to your face
I’m slowly letting you go
You tored us to pieces
Aren’t those kisses fake too? 
So disappointed
I should not even expected it
I regret all those magical times 
It wasted 
False sign, a sonnet 
I thought you were right 
I lamented
Keep ringing in my head
Those conversation 
Those gates you lie
Those comments I cried
I’m letting you go
I’m turning to be cold
Cause I have been been blinded 
For love

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