I want to know why, I want to know how how I feel like this and why it came now I always thought I would never lose my rhyme but without you I know that there is no time no time to feel, no time to heal, certainly no time to rhyme
Maybe some will understand, I hope a few do just a few should get this because its not new it is not new this feeling, I need you to know You need to know that I am now without my poetic flow I have lost the thing that made my blood flow
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.
I think of you for countless hours Your fragrance is of thousand flowers And when I look into your beautiful eyes It feels you are the real, Everything else lies.. At the times of sorrows and despair Your sweetest words