Just don't leave
Just don't stop writing
Just don't stop dreaming
That my heart may Stop.

It's a lie that,
People says
When times heals,
My poetic mate's
Have already
Healed me through
The words of sparks.

When I say just don't go,
It's true and honest that,
My heart may Stop beating
If you don't write poems
Anymore.

Why it's feel like I'm not breathing any more?
Why does it feel like my heart isn't beating anymore?
Why does I feel like there isn't any one around?
Oh yes,
My words are pouring
Into a paper
Collecting al my heart, soul and the
Whole universe

I may be dead
Today, tomorrow or
The other day,
Oh love,
Just don't miss
To find my soul
In the poetries I have written.

You make me feel special,
That,
I'm ain't special
But the words yu have
Written
Is so much for me to carry.

How do I ever pay back the words yu have written for me?
How will I ever return tye Love that made me feel?.
Oh dear,
I wish I would live for thousand years just to serve you better