It's so strange.
They speak about it.
Pizza! burgers! chicken! meat!
I don't know what 'delicious' means!
Hey! World! Listen!
This is not a poem.
This poem is for the best friend I've ever had.
Last night I saddened him and it was so bad!
About everything we say we should think a lot.
Tonight the snowflakes
Are coming down
To touch your face
To let you sleep softly
Someone is leaving me.
Here becomes a hell without you.