A night with silence,
A bed with bucks...

A night of miss will come to a kiss.
Light from the stars will grant you a wish...

Back to the shadows,
Leaving the pails of pains...

The beauty of silence is,
When there are no mistakes...

Light from the candle
Gleam on my eyes...

Dear miss,
It's the day of hate again...

Her loves are fill with Butterflies
She came with ream of trust...

There's a time we do remember
When the month was on December...

My life, shall not be seen
The heart shall always bleed...

You wreck my love and vacate my heart
Leave me solidifying into gold of dust...

Smiling with a broken heart
Writing poem with a quill of mine...

It's easy to try,
There's no use to cry...