First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet...

A boxer
boxes men...

If in between your lips, a butterfly laid still
Still as if your lips were two petals: carmine...

Ah writing
It’s like fire burning wood...

As dark as the mole in your chin,
as white as it is your sin...

If I were shooting stars traversing skies,
it'll be because I am in search of you...

I thought the fountain of my tears
had gone dry a year ago...

Let's drink tonight
with a toss up to the moon...

If our world was to collapse in a clash
would you then hold my hand close to your heart...

Stress
please quit stressing me up...

Sometimes,
life closes on people...

Life is like a balloon
inflating...