I'm so tired
walking on a same path
for more than 6 months,
I'd like to move on
but where ?

what do you all poets do, haah ?
do you feel so much pain and sufferings ?
whare do you get all those feelings ?
why ain't you speaking ?



I can hear your breathe
It's warm and calm

that's what poets do  ... understand ?

what happens when I mess with your hairs
what happens when I touch your slight moustaches
what happens when I accidentally grab your wrists
what happens when I caress your eyes
what happens when I twist your ears in ease
what happens when I keep my head on your shoulders



nothing happens
it's just my imagination.

I know I sound too creepy
because it burns my heart to see you smile at others
the smile you never gave me