I wonder that I write poems
At the simultanous time you write
Take a glance on phone
I see the reputation that you've shown
Hold your horses
I lose track of your
Gust emotions
I'm gazing from skyscraper
With my respection that
Comes along to have pizza
Am I hungry for pizza
Or your words?
The scences of the movies won't come along easy
But tell me the truth that I'm your pretty.