A cold night
I was walking on the street wishing you were here
I got into some café to clarified my mind
Noticing that everything was not going right
I saw thousand of couples with coffees and little pies
It was like a bunch of thorns over me
It looked like a party night
But I felt that I was not part of it
Now everything was going wrong
Just like it had to be.
Dancing on the moon
Her mind flutter in the sky
She was going to the moon
Fluttering up and down
A bunch of yellow flowers in a crow
Dancing and singing they were there
It sounded like the end comes to her
It makes like one of those
So, with thousand of flower I’m going to stay.
I'm soo sorry but I'm THE WORST poet ever =(
