Two Loves Ripped In Silence

Two loves ripped in silence.

Laughters of joy; angers of nonsense. Take part to hurt one soul.

2:00 am,

Tears.

Pain.

Unnoticeable.

We all choose. And others hurt deeply in the dark. Late Laughters with empty caress. Deep sleep in oceans of wine. Lost in days and times. Falling asleep with no regrets of hurting.

I am,

Lonely.

Aching.

Asking the twilight why?

We never choose to tear in darkness. Somehow, life decides when joy will be ripped apart.

2:05 am,

It hurts.

Yes, it's still me.

Empty happiness all around. Laughs of joy ache my Lonely soul. Perhaps it could've been me in Laughters of Love. But it turns out I was left behind.

Left behind.

In confusion.

Laughter, deep sleep of joy—scars my soul.

I am,

Unknown.

Tears are my only comfort in this silent life.

Can I be at peace with my 42nd?

Life.

Trouble, I believe it was the laughter of all joys.

But the late watcher tricked me into a happy ending.

I am so full of my own joy.

Trick by the night, smooth delusional wine. It was all I thought could change reality. Fool me ends with a tear, eco laugh, and a deep, unbothered soul.

The sacrifice I never wanted.

Ignorant minds, eco thoughts of sacrificing someone's path for their own.

The clock…

Never pauses for me, but it seems to pause constantly for the Laughters and sleeping souls.

Yes, I am a constant fool of my knowledge, or I prefer to sacrifice myself for the ungrateful souls.

Is it brave or noble?

Silly me debating when both lead to sacrificing myself for the late Laughters.

I wasn't a guest, by the way…

Voices… “Supreme act of love.”

2:45 am,

Eyes are dry…

Tired of the ungrateful souls. Eyes shutting down with laughter fading away, and a deep soul asleep.

I am the fool in silence.

With Love, Johana