HEART : RHYME

You know people say never go back to the person who break you,

They nailed it.

Yea true, but some poeple deserve few chances.

Not when they alr got it MULTIPLE times,

Its up to you. You're the one whos deciding it. To leave or to stay with that person you know.

And I've decided to put on the guard still.

Sometimes you gotta take the risk,

Not worth the risk when you know you gonna fall into the same pit again,

Well, sometimes you gotta keep trying,

And DIE from internal Injuries? No thanks.

*Conversation with Iqa that I can't help but to put it here.

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Lots of Love
Lisa Viour

HEART : AMNESIA

I can't help it but to start typing eventhough I know for a fact I have tons of works calling me now.

Its funny how when I was a a teenager I always wish I'll wake up with amnesia so that I wouldn't feel all the pain and the heartache I felt growing up. Not that Im saying Im not a teenager now. But I genuinely feel like an adult eventhough I still am a teenager. The way I think, the feelings I feel, the way I talks and even the way I act. I've grown up so much since the last time I remember myself. 

It's true than, experiences is the best teacher you will ever have in your whole life. 

Yea, I still have the same wish sometimes when the pain I feel are unbearable. 

Too much that I thought of taking anti-depressant pills, 

too much that I just break down alone under the blanket,

 too much that I won't eat for couple days. 

I still couldn't believe how 5SOS can portray my thought so perfectly that I couldn't help but to listen to it all day and night. It's so perfect that I feel like myself again. 

The me that build walls around my heart.

The me that pour all my thought into this deary blog,

The me that don't smile as much. 

and 

The me that love to be by myself in a quite night and just think. 

Just think no matter what is it, just think and write. 

Just because thinking and writing make me calm. 

Calm as the drizzling rain.

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Lots of Love 

LIsa Viour

HEART : SOUL

Just when I thought I finally get up,

Something always pull me down again. Infact lower than when I was before.

It get deeper each time that finally I lost count on how deep I have fell.

Too far to reach for a helping hand,

Too deep to hear my scream for help,

Too dark to see my crying heart.

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I'm broken at impact,

Shattered to pieces,

Too impatient to fix,

Too fragile to hold,

Too tiny to search.

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Im lost in my own journey to get up.

The bruise at the start have become a huge lump of blood clot.

Too late to treat,

Too late to save,

Too late to say goodbye.

Lots of Love,
Lisa Viour