Whenever you're in a room, I can't help but stare.
I'm stuck in my woolgatherings.
Sometimes you're bitter but most of the time you're sweet.
Don't you know you're one of my stress reliever?
Everytime I got a taste of you, I want to savor every moment and indulge in your goodness.

Red is its initial color.
                          Lovely and brilliant.
The Sun smiles so radiant.
                            The flowers bloom.
The butterflies came to visit.

Unfortunate events occured.

'Twas stabbed until it bleeds Blue.                    
                               Cold and distant.
The Moon sheds a dim light.
             The flowers started wilting.
The butterflies slowly drifting.

The clock tictacs.

Its color turns to Black.
                                Dark and empty.
Drowned by the flood.
      The flowers been washed away.
The butterflies didn't stay.
          All of them have flown away.

I love poetry.
A world of infinity.
Safe haven for me.