I'm sitting upstairs,
more like pooling as cold milk does in a bowl...
Under cotton and chaos is
Where I choose to lay my head...
What do you do when you love someone so?
do you rejoice...
Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat.
Whenever I am near you, I feel complete...
I am:
Thinking about her...
Beautiful eyes,
powerful enough to eclipse the sun...
It's 2am and i'm just thinking
The things that you and me could be doing...
This poem is the beauty of your hair
I enjoy this sort words...
I do not how and I do not know why, but it seems...
I am starting to feel something strange coming...
Why do words affect me so much?
Why do his words mean more than anything...
Waiting for your attention
pleading to grope my simple ingratiation...
A good morning call..
that's what I least expected...