O, ye the bright sky summon thee
Before the crimson light forsake n
With the numb cloud morosely still
So does the teardrop– warmish will
Lightening’ a little or with a pi

I am sure no one would read this
I am very certain no sane being
Will get the message.
The message is very complicated bu
I will try my best to decode the s

Close your eyes
What do you see?
Light Or darkness
They are as bad as
Each other, too

I was born anew and i was born now
strongly at me with my tiny hands
ceased to cover my face,
leer at all this creature lingerin
and delighted am free.

I love you more than the sky would
I love you more than the star woul
I love you oddly more than the win
I love you merrily more than the f
I love you weirdly more than plant

Pretend to sleep tight and secretl
bare interest so if light will dec
aware and if the night will yawn w
are famously put to rest.

You can’t get
Enough
Of words
Or enough
Of context

When you light up
My dreams brightens
When you smile and pause
My heart pause a beat
When you cry

Love for thee are naught,
For every tears and every
Pain love claimed will rot,
Love to thee will glance no noon,
For my heart will gently gain numb

Most of them
Lives here
But as a
Visitor I
Lecture them