Poetry,
When we write,
Are we?
Lost Souls,
...
Love can even hurt
From afar,
Tell me,
Is it worth
...
No one is really
Sincere,
Everything
Sooner or later
...
Sometimes, I feel I'm floating,
And the World is just a cloud,
That will push me into the Ocean,
It I cry real strong and loud.
...
Sometimes,
A palpitating word,
Becomes a poem,
Sometimes,
...