slipping
slipping...

I feel
like music notes are listened to by just reading...

Ah, thunder strikes again
All that remains are ashes...

When the stars appear to lose their shine
do not forget, they are far away into the sky...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

Poetry,
I hear you every time my heart beats...

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...

Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...

Can I tell you something?
Sometimes, you are a sheep...

I want to sing,
oh love...

In the road, I saw couples
like tu, too, two...

What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...