Lets go home
sit down and sip our tea...

You were like an angel
my angel...

...
this picture was my muse for this poem...

They say everyone has a soul, but do i?
everyday i try to find it...

Every time you cry
you fill the room with bright colours...

Don't you whisper your borrowed words
they say talk is cheap...

For you i must pray
for beauty...

Mirror...
the person whom i see in front of me...

Lets lay on the dewy grass in the wide meadow,
and stare at the midnight sun, forever...

This is all
i could come up with...

**PLEASE READ "I SERIOUSLY CAN'T" BEFORE...

So many people these days trying to be something...
i don't see why...