Last year in your seventh anniversary, I wrote you...
It's because the time people give to each person...

I want to sing,
oh love...

I cry like a dark cloud
passing by...

Oh my Lord
let me be water...

i am tired
of my choices...

Sorrow,
I’ll meet you tomorrow...

I know the things that happen
happen because they are supposed to happen...

A cricket
bugs a frog...

When you read some of my poetry,
I would like you to be...

Sometimes, I’m a cracked egg
laughing...

stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...

I dreamt of nights with black
stars gazing in my eyes...