My Artifacts

Five thousand minus five hundred, that’s you
I keep a small ticket, that’s with you
Hanging on my laptop, and always with me, that’s you
Small letters with picture of a hero, it's my first letter
Mug which made me ​​conflicting, it’s for you
Fake red roses, that’s some of my self-esteem
Sometimes I want to throw away,  

but in fact I still keep
In the meantime you can do anything in respect of goods that is in you, you can save, even you throw it
I should not be angry does not it?
And you can not protest if I still wanted to keep it,  

keep that artifacts ...

An Endless processes

I started with a bit error
The wrong that makes mistake when there is hope
I thought that’s hope, but it is good
Goodness that is too confusing to reply

I keep from falling, once, twice, maybe three times
Where all the people say it is folly
I believe it is a journey,
My pain journey that i still tolerance

I'm looking for a way to forget, but always be reminded
Maybe because I do not want to forget
I said "I'm fine" the obvious "I'm nothing"
I promise not to look for, can, but I promised never to forget

I began to wish that, someday ...
Someday ...
Some day I will not like this anymore
Because I'll get a small gift of an endless process