Painful Poetry- Short Poems

What is broken is the mirror,
The ones that melt are the wax.
What does not melt is a stone,
This is not mine, but your heart.
The one who came in the night is a dream,
Which is wonderful now.
What is not there is away from the eyes,
What I have is my mascara of my eyes.
Admittedly it has been wonderful,
What is coming is not less than dreams.
Change tomorrow like clothes,
Otherwise you will stop like a stone.
The one who does not break the promise is faithful,
The promise that is broken is unfaithful.
The extent that passes
The world says this is not yours.
poet is sick, don't cry
This is my point, don't go away.
Get revenge from us,
Don't stay missing like this.
Because you are our last voice,
Call me when i call

I put the light on
I became a shadow
I broke up he joined
I got wet in the rain
I kept looking at him
he breaks
My smile is over
He had young desires
Looted the hobby
She walked away from me
I was running to get him
I kept looking at his helplessness, where he had lost his jealousy