You always look at me
like I'm a goddess
even though I'm not that pretty
even though I'm not that smart
Oh Albert, You must have the biggest heart
to love something
so imperfect
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
Thank you,
for cleaning up my room
it was dark and full of gloom
until you came
gently picked up the trash
and did a few spins to me singing jazz
I too tried
to clean up your mess
we both were full of
emptiness
Times have changed
and I still sing jazz
but now you have left
and my room is a mess
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
If you were a song
I would sing you dearly
and the keys of the piano
would resonate in my living room
If you were a song
the most beautiful melody
would crash into peoples hearts
I would sing and play you
all night long
if you were a song
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Love is a warm breeze.
Ah, adventure!
Mainlands die!
The captain sails like a small sailor.
Waves rise like a stormy wind.
Why does the ship fall?
Dying swiftly like a sunny moon.
Love, faith, endurance.
Where is the warm breeze?
All breezes fight rough, cold winds.
Never desire a sunny moon.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
she weeps because of me
the day I left
my memories
screaming
a song
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC