If you want to read my poems, just ask me. |
I'd rip my soul apart for her
And still she keeps on crying...
Seeking embrace of her cold eyes
I walked alone in gloomy nights...
I'd rip my soul apart for her
And still she keeps on crying...
The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason. |
The reason why others dont understand the poetry of oneself isn't because it's complicated but because it is the purest form of truth. |
Why do I live? |