With the sky as my paper
And the moon as my pen...

I dont wanna be someone I couldnt be
I wanna be myself, I want to be free...

Is it for real
Or are you just a show off...

That single message
Did change something...

Infatuation, admiration,
Fascination and attraction...

If I've hurt you...sorry
If I've made you cry...sorry...

Every single poem I make
Is all about this heart ache...

Love is so, so blind
Can't he see that she's not the girl he used to...

Guys come and go
And buckets and buckets of tears are shattered...

I always thought you liked me
Though I've taken you for granted...

It might take a while coz the poem's kinda long...
Nothing is simply nothing...

Is there really luck
When it comes to love...