For a child, love was a park,
an amusement center...

Once
I was a happy fire...

I hate blaming others for my actions
For it is I and only I who is to be blamed for...

I want the sun to be as bright as you,
So I may see you every morning too...

Poetry,
I hear you every time my heart beats...

In you, I live to die.
For life is death...

When Love began to ebb back to my arms
the sun had risen warmly in my heart...

The moon got over my head
like the watch on my wrist...

I want be the search engine
where you could search everything you need...

a yellow flower
at the edge of a mountain...

You know,
every kid knows or has an idea...

my words are a tomb
I bury myself in...