Blind men have few friends
See you with their heart…scary
Your mask won’t work here

Looks like burnout
Tastes like failure
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter

.           Oh
.           middle
.           finger
How    I do        need
thy      simple    gest
to         handle   the
***       holes      who
oft       cross       the
rue      of my     day

sometimes the cluster of
thin smiles come from
the  
poor children trapped in
the
Ferris Wheel of poverty
where
the
deep sky never blossom
the
road of poverty never ends
we
laugh then we cry
for
the
gentle whispers
return back to us
the
eyes of hope fade dim
while
the
light is all but broken

She was
So quiet
So lonely
So beautiful

She loved to dance
Between the stars
Her bright smile
Lighted up the night

Her wonderful eyes
Broke the lock in my heart

I stayed in her moonlight and
I felt love for the first time.

What a unforgettable night.