I take my empty canvas
And I wash my ready brush...

The world's like a flower
Either fallen or grown...

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

Death die and hatred
are just words i like to say...

Why do I cry when I am happy
Why do I fret when I am alone...

There are no words...only of emotions.
It is the essence of two hearts devotions...

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

How cold it felt after every nightly bath,
Water droplets sink in,onto every skin within...

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies...

How do i begin?
To where does it ends...

People change
Like rustic metal through water...

Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring,
the ripening of fruit in the fall...