It’s not the way you look It’s not the way you speak It’s not the way you move It’s the way you write the things you say That captures me To capture your soul
They heard my poetry... And asked,"Did someone break your heart?" And I...who did not even have a crush! smiled and answered," Poets are born with pain in their heart and millions of universe in their mind."
Trough moons eyes I see A world asleep Not entirely I see nightlife So many wandering at night Homeless in the cold Searching for a place to hide Lovers whispering, looking at me.