When Day met the Night,
there was a story to tell...

He hates how she loved Him.
He hates how He felt...

Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence...

Harsh words and violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows...

As I lie awake in my room
I pull out a rose that is red and gloom...

Grubby clouds, blemish minds
Times I have are ample of lies...

Knock on my door
and i wont answer...

A kiss
Can tell many things about U and I...

I'm rude..
i speak in between line...

Soaring high,
Being wild...

Staring out in the open air
stages of bluntness inside pupils...

Wondering souls
I see the dream you seek...