words

The memories
i had in my heart
or holding them in my hand
like a tiny piece of rose
that has made me fallen into
the floor. Looking at
my broken rose, scattered
everywhere what is that
i don't realize.
I can't say anything to anyone
or do anything except
say one simple word.
But what is a word to me?
I want things that can make me
alive in the world.
I never realize walking
i n your footsteps, following
you like a tiny black and white
shadow when i just realized
you were never real.
It was just a fake image
to seek into my world
but looking at these memories
like a tiny piece of ripped
paper with no words written.

No words written just a simple
paper trying to fly for you.My voice
is the answer, trying to fly in by a
soft wind.