It was nothing
before
It was something and
Then
You took it.

It
Being whatever and whoever
And whatever
You needed it to be.

It's April
And I'm smiling at a forgiven
Highway
Of nothing
Where
Noone's guys feel
Their own
Vibration and

**** poetry,

**** poetry,

For the lack of

That and I swore I

Signed up and

Subscribed

To nirvana's pleasure house in

Nightingale.

Could you imagine feeling young,

And

Feeling that way

Tommorow?