my tears are falling down

just like those so called raindrops

that i see on my bed, on my window

while im looking at my reflection.

and as i feel the tears in my face,

as i feel my eyes getting dry

i look at my reflection but

what i see, it's not what i thought;

i see sadness and pain

like i was death in life,

but when i look at myself

i don't know who am i.

i know im pure and simple. im innocent but smart. i know that barrier in my mind; it doesnt let the pain sit in my heart.

and the heart is the mind that doesnt think, that just loves, and my mind is already hurt so the heart, do i need it or not?

the heart, makes me cry at night, makes me feel big and small, cause there's no logic in it's work, it's just a feeling, without any thought.

and as i thought of myself, i realised that my reflection was how i wanted to be like: it had no heart, just a body and mind.

and, oh, to have a pure heart that feels and lives with no fault. now, my heart is betrayed and hurt; i can't love without any thought.