Tonight the wind feels so cold,Reminding me of everything that’s grown rusty and old—But not the memories I had with you,Oh no, not the memories I had with you. Why do I need a pen in my hand,When my poem has already turned quite bland?But not the memories I had with you,Oh no, not the…
I know this tie-up shatters our hearts,But everything can be sorted out.Feeling high without smoking pot,Clouded by insecure and anxious thoughts.Too many knots; I don’t know where to start,Too many knots; I don’t know where to start. So for now, Just hold my hands tighter, a little bit longer.I hope it will make our hearts…
She is the moon, gleaming in a nebula of poems.
Whenever I look at the rose, I am reminded of her.Why?Because she learned to survive amidst the thorns.
She came in like a raging storm and shattered my heart,Yet I wrote poems for her, day and night.Wandering in a garden of tulips and poppies,Only her face could make me truly happy. I wished for her breath to grace me each morning,Laughed at her lamest jokes, even when they were boring.Like the essence surrounding…
My cheeks suffered from insomniaUntil they rested on your pillow-soft lips.
I was just wondering—how do I fall in love every time?I’m still unaware of how I can love without pause,And how does it happen to me every time? I started to doubt myself—am I a reliable person?How can these eyes fall for someone over and over?I felt as though my love had lost its dignity…
She is a magician; when she crushed my male bravado under her feet, love blossomed from its pieces.
A woman’s poise is not defined solely by her dress; her attitude takes priority.
In the gamble of love, bet anything except time and dignity, because once you lose them, you can’t buy back in.