If I ever was like the grass as green,
And you, as radiant as the sun...

I have missed writing... punching, punching keys
in the keyboard as if I was punching a punching...

Itchy, itchy, little witch
Have you thrown a potion on my skin...

Scattered around a field of daisies
a little bird, without a fear...

slipping
slipping...

I feel
like music notes are listened to by just reading...

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

When the stars appear to lose their shine
do not forget, they are far away into the sky...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

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

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...

Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...