They loved me more than you could ever love me in a million years.
We are more than just strangers
strangers don't just click like magnets
hard to leave
beg for more
crave... crave... crave...
In a world with
pain sorrow suffering
grief corruption mourning
angst yearning loving fighting,
where are the poets who bring us
joy through their delightful writings?
Everyone says there are three doors
Each one worst than the other
But what if there are more than three doors?
Hell, maybe there are infinity doors.
I'm not sure which one should I pick?
Maybe I should pick that one
If rich countries and people learned to share poverty could be erased.
There are clouds under the shining Moon,
For me, they look like mountains.