There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...

The truth is...
a key on my keyboard...

The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...

Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked...

You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove...

Bouncing like a ball
on hallway while mother shops...

There's guns
There's fire...

The ocean
waves hello's...

My poems
like the moon...

She wanted :
to scrape...

A writer
pens a book...

The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...