How I wish you can write me a poem, too.

How could there be a shooting star, if there is no gravity in space?
How could the moon reflect sun's light, if it has rocky surface?
How could someone sleep forever, to chase dreams?
How could war, bring the world peace?

On my pale white skin
Resides the colors black and blue
Those are the colors of your feelings
They're telling me, *I love you

Whose **** doesn't stink.

My friend took a picture of the President.
She probably has assassinated the President,
if cameras were guns.

There are a lot of people taking selfies.
There are probably a lot of people who died of suicide,
if cameras were guns.

There are a lot of people who take pictures at their most joyous moments.
There are probably a lot of people who died at their most joyous moments,
if cameras were guns.

There are a lot of soldiers, innocent people, who died, are dying, and will die, at war.
There are probably a lot of soldiers, innocent people, still alive, living, will live,
if guns were cameras.

You are what you eat.