You how the clock ticks?
well, it ticks...

I thought my thoughts were clear
like rivers flowing with streams...

Do you see
this soft skin...

I lost the pen which had the ink with dreams
So I then searched for it within my hair...

Some people are selfish,
They want you to listen to them...

To fall asleep in the bed of your arms,
with your chest pillowing my dreams...

To awake one day and be
Like a corpse walking in empty streets...

I wanna be a cloud in a desert
so that when I become mad...

Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...

hello, my friend, how have you been?
since you’ve been gone, this site is quiet...

You never wrote a sonnet on that thread
nor have you posted one in your account...

To know the truth
it's as if not knowing it at all...