I'm from my pen and paper Started with a single dot Multiplied by hundreds of poems And was recognized from your soft naked peach mouth
I'm from the verse of decayed metaphor On freshly blossomed daisies and dandelions Among those dried pages, I came out as new shoots on petrichor tales
Where I'm from? I'm from the land of the promise In the pearl of the orient sea Where I was once a dormant seed And awaken from a medium moist soil Watered with red and white blood cells Nurtured from both type O parents A loving family is where I am from
I Am a silent city in the crowded of people. Tell me what is the loneliness, Tears make me confident on my smile I don't know about loneliness! Even I don't want my shadow with me! Don't asked me why I talk like this! I can't able to describe !if I telling you! You should cry DarLing❤ I talking to myself when I running on the highway while silent screeming! Don't be surprised i'm not sad i just don't feel happy now!