Sometimes I think of sending you something
But my heart tells me that you have everything
I've got so much to say
But now, I can't say anything
I know you do appriciate every little thing
That's why I wrote you a little piece of nothing
I'm not expressing myself
Please read this for yourself
No one will explain it
Either me, I don't understand it
I am a poet
Not a prophet
So whatever you think
Let me know before I make a link
For now, don't get a wrong idea
Just go on with your own breathing
For this, is a piece of nothing
