Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...

Love does not blind,
Love let's you see the virtues and the flaws...

Honey,
when will be the day...

You never wrote a sonnet on that thread
nor have you posted one in your account...

Ah, thunder strikes again
All that remains are ashes...

Oh!
The sky is grey and the grass is red...

To be out there, surrounded by stars,
Oh god, and miss your smile...

Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...

May be I'm broken
And I can no longer hold the light in me...

You said,
"What a shame, they no longer make them...

Who I was and who I am
is not who I am going to be...

Can I tell you something?
Sometimes, you are a sheep...