Write me like a poem
that the world will read...

Music, birds
death and life...

Wish you were here with me
by the window as I watch...

Lost in my literal obsession, I pen you down
with absolute hunger to title my new book...

From now on, you aught to pay attention to
a very important scene in our funny drama...

I've ran all around
the lazy wheat fields...

I know you carry a heart that beats with mine,
all through the days that passes you by...

The poem two hundred eighty
but the first, to pen down your sunlight...

Something about the air tonight
ties the beats of my heart...

Forget me around your neck
and for an instance...

My dreams get better at the end
but first let's imagine a glass house...

I love you like you're
the last hope for my hunger...