I am just like an open book but wriiten in a language you can't read.

They ask ,
I reply ,
Conversation ends.

A fight is a double sided sword ,
It can either bring peace or,
It can lead to war.

Moved there to move their heart
Worked there to move their heart
Lived there to move their heart
The heart did move,
But for someone else...

Life seems like a dream,
a mirage of different thoughts.
But if only it was,
I wouldn't be what I am,
I wouldn't see them go away
and,
I wouldn't be left alone in this world of billions....

They thought it would be easy to call back,
They thought it would be easy to leave behind,
They thought he wouldn't mind if they left him,
It was as they thought, he didn't mind,
For he had already suffered worse in past,
Heart dead, Mind blanked,
A humanoid machine living for the sake of living....

Like a sunflower, that follows every moment of the sun,
I love to see you, to follow you, my love.

Is it lonely to have only you and your pen together,
or,
Is it a beautiful time to have your pen together with you,
at the end of the day?