I wish I could
Love you
The way
You hate me.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

What is love
If your heart is dead?
What is life
If your heart is away from love?
Life is love

We were born
              To live and  die.
  Rich or poor
              No need to sigh
   Be yourself
           And you never cry.
   Life is a dream
   Wake up and let it
                 Look so reem

Live your day
Like a crazy person.
Today is a gift.
Tomorrow is another shift.
Be crazy
Stop being lazy.

Some people die every second
A day.
Others
still live  even after their death.
Their life has no end.
I feel out of breath.

She said "I am love."
I replied "I buried my heart two days ago."

"Accept me the way I am." she said
"I have already rejected my fate." I replied.