She has the beauty
While she has the brain...

I dont know what to say
I dont know what to write...

Why do people make poems so deep?
Do they have any projections to keep...

A center of life
Filled with boiling blood...

You were such an afflation
You train me accept a whip...

I have discover a pearl
A very unsimilar one...

It is my fault
Why we are meter apart...

A minute of silence
An echo...

If the time comes
That you get tired...

Love is willing to give
Rather than to just receive...

Asking questions deep within
Looking around brown and green...

I have discover a pearl
A very un-similar one...