i feel like a tiger
pacing in a cage
it is not poetic
in the way that
if the bars were opened
i would burst out
like a firecracker
it is instead in the way that
i would lie down where i stood
unable to leave.

Love is tough,
But my love
Is gentle and tender,
If it's still love.

her lightly hair were hidding very shyny eyes
when look at her I see the light
when look at her white shiny skin
her cheeks is burning by color pink
her voice enough for to be heared
she was some i amazed of
she was someone i loved
she was my secret lover
i lived this life with her in closet

If I cry, what am I crying for?
For me or for you?
Is it the situation or time? For me there is no rhyme...

But I see a pattern, this keeps on happening.
I can't explain it.
I don't understand it.

I just cry...but why?

I look inside, see a glimpse and sigh.
Why do I cry?

Am I crying today, for the same things as yesterday?
I shrug to myself and say...I don't know why, I cry, I really hope I'm not still crying on the day I die.