The life of a poet is hard,
People think that they love your work,
But it's not just work,
Its our life.

Sometimes we aren’t meant
To be more than what we see
Make believe past reality
Not meant to be more than
What we are meant to be
What we are
Is intrinsic to us
What we sometimes
See and think we will be
We already are

You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.

Two minutes of your love in my life is enough for me,
A minute of your laughter
and a minute of your happiness is enough for me.
This world recognizes me or not does not matter,
But, if your eyes remember me it is enough for me.

Wishes are warm cozy seasons;
I wish I am in the wonderland where it’s snowy over holidays.