I don’t live in my poems,I know they will crumple.I just place them under the…
my chaos matches with your quiet I won’t say that but together we know how to…
I love to get tiredthat’s how I know that I am alive in that other world.
one day we will be too tired to rhyme that song.
you can’t understand my lifeit’s a different world where I am trapped.
the pages which we left behind there was a reason why we couldn’t stitch in the book of life.