A blanket and pillow
No more sadness and sorrow.
I jump into my bed and sleep
With warmth and sheep.

No need for worries.
Just dream about curries.
Tomorrow will be bright.
And everything will be alright.

I just need to sleep.
Before my clock goes beep.
And I don't mind the blanket.
Someone will roll me inside it.

Making an apple pie.
But I'm very shy.
What will he think
About my little pie?

I am very worried.
My little heart is buried
Within the effort
To make this pie well-baked.

I hope he will like it.
Or else my effort goes to a pit
A pit of shame and embarrassment
Or a pit of love and vivid.

I was just sitting with my cat,
Spacing out blankly.
And then a person came up and ask
"What are poems to you?" suddenly.

Well, for me
Poems are more than just words.
They are more remarkable than we see.
They are ink, papers and hard work.

Poems are made to spice up life.
To make the small world become bigger.
Poems are also a way to describe
How your emotions bitter.

There are so many ways
To describe what poems had gone through.
And at the end, I will say
"What are poems to you?"

Match, match.
Burning a box of match.
The fire lights up dim.
Brings back the war grim.

Those days through the fences.
March through the trenches.
March through the fire.
Without any desire.

I fought aimlessly
While aiming endlessly.
For I am a soldier
I will give no quarter.

But then the lights burn out.
I came back to reality with a quiet shout.
Comparing to a girl that lives with trees,
Was that really me?

I have so many questions
That I can't even mention.
Life gave me curiosity.
I gave life creativity.

Why doesn't the atmosphere
Stay at one air degree?
Why does my hair fall
When I let it go?

Such simple things for ordinary people.
Yet for me, so knowledgeable.
And there's one answer that holds me tight.
You will answer them for me, right?

Blue moon.
Is it possible?
He said it will come soon.
I dunno if it's gonna be horrible...

He said when the blue moon comes
It's when everything shows their true glory.
When even the things that are troublesome
Become as cute and as happy.

But no such thing can happen, right?
Because the blue moon never happens.
But one thing that is always right
Is that you will always keep me enlightened.

Wherever I go
Shiny moon follows.
The fact for years
Strange for me to hear.

It never stops follow
Wherever I go.
When I'm sad or happy,
Moon is always with me.

Moon doesn't come at day
And only visit at night's haze.
It's been a fact for years
Now, it's common to hear.

Whenever I'm sad or happy,
Moon is always with me.
And I'm more than through,
When you are always with me too.