I'm here
sitting on the comfortable chair
with all of my poems
waiting to see
what the words could describe you.

I'm here
looking the blank pages
that I so much hate
all the time when
I want to write.

I'm here
where the pain
I so much love
grows the roses in my heart
then you freely pluck me.

I'm here  
where the night
letting the rain
pouring me from the sky
trying to **** every silence.

I'm here
where the shadows
become a crowd
burning my candle
showing me a smile.

I'm here
trying to phoned you
but you weren't in it,
I'm still here
to understand my loneliness.