The moon is leaking solemn
silver drops of...
The poems I write ,
seem to understand me more...
If I were shooting stars traversing skies,
it'll be because I am in search of you...
When love arrived and settled in my life,
I did not feel an earthquake move my ground...
You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay...
To begin with I may seem shy
But don't be afraid to speak to me...
The harsh light went through the crystal like tear
and like a butterfly...
French kiss
my thoughts within...
I cannot explain the way I feel...
Today...
When I gaze upon a summery shade of sorrow
wilted dreams within my acoustic tears...
"I miss you"
He said...
Sometimes I cry alone
because I am so far away...