She is a girl who likes to write.
I am a boy who hates to wait.
She only writes a poetry for herself.
I only wait someone who never comes. We walk in different way.
I never read her poems.
She never comes to see me.
Both she and me are unlucky.

Life
       can
               fall
                       apart
                                   in
                                         a
                                             moment.
And we forget how short our life is.

I am swamped to think
about the massive problem
that the universe has given me.
It only makes me furious
and I think I will get awful day,
but someone whom I love texted me and also supported me
by sending her selfie.
She is gorgeous.
I don't feel
that I've lost my flithy mind.
Everything she gave made my day runs effortless.
She is adorable.
My heart feels comprehensive.

I got to know
some people nice
and gave me
the best advice.
Even though
I never see them
with my eyes
as close as I can feel
how cold the ice.

I can see the tigers behind your tears.
Nobody knows
that only you who can feel the fears.
As the poet who always gets drunk every night.
He needs his pen to join that fight.
If one day the poet lost that battle,
the tigers would get her as fresh meat slices.
If one day the poet won,
his poem would become famous one,
because the madness was fried in the pan.

I am too young
to feel and realize
that the madness
had become my friends.
Nobody tells it
that what I feel never be end.
I said nobody.
I'm lost in every poetry.
When I realize, there is nobody in there.
I am a line that you read right now.
Did you see if there is nobody here?
I am too young
to feel and realize
that I am the foolish man
grown with many foolish things
arounds me.
Nobody sees it
and nobody realizes
if there is nobody here
but YOURSELF.

When you feel
you are so tired
to do all the same things
in everyday,
what you need
is just a good sleep.