Never born a poet
A poet is never born...

Music's everywhere
it becomes noise...

Rage.
Blue flames burning...

I dont know if I am still excited to see you
Change made us different...

You asked...
"when you hear someone's name...

"im crying on the grave of a love not yet...
why am i sad to see you go...

I dont question your love
I dont question your time...

Every time I just look at you from afar
And can't help but notice how much you glow...

Keep looking.
Keep staring...

I was reading everything from time to time
and even tried to read between the lines...