All red
All vengeance

All hatred
All misery

It keeps the flame
In color and character

But you stared
With your ocean eyes

Calming the beast inside me
Now's a new chapter

A red from blue
An anger from love
A blue flame, born from with-in

....I could hold your hands
Hug you
Have conversations with you

....I could go out with you
Kiss you
Have amazing moments with you

....Those are the things we can do and
....I can thank the stars for it

Have i ever written a message
With much doubts and erases?
Yes i have.
The feeling of thinking in advance
To what impacts it might give
Thoughts unwinded
In a midst of expressing something
Like writing one step forward with 2 steps backward
Fearing every verses
Clearing every noise
Just to concentrate
In making the right note
And right tone
To impress
To express
To channel
Every thoughts that you thought reached perfection
In the end
You composed
The imperfectly message
After a hundred and 3 scratches

Im out of ink
Im out of battery
And i cannot write one poetry
Atleast after this

Twas my last color of hope
Twas my last energy of will
One can say recharge
One can say reprint

But what is passion
Without the captain's certainty
What is passion
When one gives up about its own

Nothing

A poet is nothing without poetry
But poetry are nothing without readers
Which means
Mines are nothing

i saw it and i watched it
the stars did it, the stars wrote it

the stars above wrote out destiny
the destiny of not having each other