our ink doesn't lie
the feelings will never die
stories will be told
since we are all bold
our life flows
until a heart grows

and when it dies,
there will be no secret carved in our graves

a poet with box of treasures will forever remain.

you are the raindrops
that patters through my rooftop,
gently sliding on my window
creating a short-lived ripple
that slowly goes away

if only I can make you stay.

I, on my window
watching the pale sky,
with winds and clouds so dreary
and a soul starting to get weary

It's been a dark, lonely day,
and I've been waiting
for the sun to come out and stay

you are the raindrops
that gone away
no words or sound as you
fall to the ground

I, on my window
watching you vanish
without saying goodbye.