As the town around me sleeps.
I surround myself in lonely weeps...
This is for all of the writers
who like me, stalk the sidewalks...
Alone in the world
without a smile on my face...
If the morning sun
stopped rising...
The bench underneath the lamp on the footpath
as I See from my room window in cold night...
Regardless of the traditions I'm aware,
The society, and I'm to toe the line...
Before me is a single sheet of paper, a pen, and a...
I'm not a wine drinker...
Staring at the worthless girl
looking back at her...
My aunt never married;
on occasion my mother...
Living in a house where you used to walk
Where you used to live and breathe, hurts...
You said that when my
pen breaks, and I am left with...
Mindless acts of hate
destroying families and...