I've started to create your name again
I've started to paint it again
But it does not bloom that way again,
That way as it used to be back then,
This time,
It has the black pen,
The pen that has been absent in old days,
but present in nowadays,
I really do want you back again,
To be that little girl again,
With the pains of rejecting me all over again.

Did u ever read a poem?
A poem with no tone?
A poem with a story? That never been told.
When there is no one ever read it, would be extravagant.
When there is one to read it, would be judged, overheard,misplaced it.
Will you see the poet?
The poet with no voice?