"I'm not a poet. I don't feel like one.
I like writting. That's all."

-Look!
You want to runaway?
-Yeah let's do it!


You want to?
-Yeah!


Let's do it then...
-Go!
Let's rock

Words are just that... Words.
Its the worlds you invision
from those modest revelations
that awake sincere feelings.
Feelings your fingers
aren't willing to manifest.
Feelings your heart
is eager to recite.

You are,
This awesome person who really loves to laugh with anyone; to make friends and not enemies; who worries about who's infront of them righ then right now, at that moment.

Because, if not?
Why are you here then?

Poetry never felt this comfortable. Here, take a seat. Tell me;
Who can love you like I love me?


You got me,
Now and forever.

You warm my heart.
You set it on fire
and make my soul
Ablaze.

I really mean no harm.
All I can give
To you,
My arm
Not my trust. I must not!
Well your trust, is all yours
  and its you, who to trust.
Who decides, who enacts.
With these words,
I detract. No I don't!
It's my trust, that just lacks
Speaking clean
About love
About Facts
I will get it one day
Oh I will!
Speak at last
Is my love what I give
And the least
You will have
Get ready for me
And hold me close up the sky

The love of my life,
The thrill to behave
The chills which with need
I feel to portray

Pouring down reckless rain
Which in vain lift these cheeks
And turn red when betrayed

Its the love of my life
The one i'l strive and survive
For

Till the time is consumed
And drift
Through the mist
Sewing rifts
I persued

I'm consumed by my love
By the truth
Fierce youth
All we have is right now
And right now, I love you.