Today is not the same
For you’re not here
I feel so lame
And there is a longing which I hear

You are a part of me
And now you’re gone
I feel that my life is done
And our distance is a great sea

You’re just absent
But I feel that my life is spent
A day without you,
Is what I can’t last
I don’t know what to do

And no one is annoying me
Though I really miss it
For no one’s sittting on the corner chair
I feel that I’m lost in a great fair

You’re the only one,
The greatest reason I wake up
And attend class merrily
Now, I do not know, what will I do?
I’m feeling sadness and pain for you’re far away

With you not in class
With you not on the corner chair
With you not here
With you gone
With you absent
I am not complete

I hope that we see each other the next day
I hope when you see me, you’ll feel better
I hope I can glance at you beauty the next day
I hope that I can feel your presence tomorrow
I hope that when we reunite
I may hug you and say
That I love you!

Day in, day out, the skies grow weary
As each day passes by, life becomes dreary
In time I've grown out of this world
As if I won't even seem to care for someone
For I've shown none to anyone

I've made several women cry
I've angered men but
I do not know why
I've let my emotions die
And left out my heart dry

I am Mr. Insensitive
I often think in a negative manner
I carry the face of sadness as my banner
I embody a life living on a masquerade as my prerogative

I've lost track of myself a long ago
I do not know if this is the effect of a broken heart
And an effect of a man searching for his
The lost soul as he ventures the darkness of life

I am just a mere poet
A ****** poet indeed
I only write a bittersweet topic
And I just turn out to be nostalgic

I am a ****** poet
It is evident in my works
I can't even write a poem
That can be compared to the claret

I'm just a simple man
Who expresses his thoughts
Though my writings are ******
And aren't bound to push through

I am one ****** poet
I am one such disappointment
For my poems are not to be met
And are destined to be deprived of acknowledgement

I write this poem for you
This is what I want you to hear
When I die and leave this earth
This has my last words for you

You are my love
The only and greatest one
The thing is you don't love me back
But I don't care about that
For I love you willingly
I'm just a man who's always here for you

But if I die
I leave you some words from me
I hope you remember me
In this poem I write for you

I created this
To leave you something
For when I'm gone
I'll be gone alone
And I can't go back
To see how you are


So in these words
That I write for you, hear me
In these words
That I write for you, remember me

I love you until I die
Even I leave this earth
This is not a lie
For it was brought forth by the love until death

I just hope you'll love me too
And cherish everything
I hope you'll remember what I do
To prove you something

I love you until I die
I will never take that back
For the words I say are interlocked
And would never even crack

I hope our paths are intertwined
That our hearts are lined
To a bright tomorrow of joy
And a grandiose saga of existence

I'm fat and ugly and no one cares.
They treat me like I'm not even there.
I wither away slowly and no one sees.
No one knows how hurt I really can be.
So why do I try?
Would anyone even care if I died?
Who will listen, who can tell, that I'm not happy as I put out?
Everyone thinks nothing could be wrong because I come off as oh so strong.
I'm chipping away, I'm breaking down.
Will anyone turn around?
Who will rescue this damaged soul and help me be as loved as I am told?
I'm fat and ugly and no one cares.
Does anyone notice I'm still here?

O Matsushima!
O Matsushima!
O Matsushima!