My poetry
I was speechless while poetry in silence all this time
The warmths and the poetries of my poetry is on the south pole
The beauties and the tenderness of my poetry is full of coldness and emptiness
Everything to me meant but somehow it all happened very quickly
In my eyes it is all full of very perfectionness
More... More... More...
how come my poetry can be lost can be read
My poetry fly makes readers fly
I don't understand
why I felt something
I couldn't feel before even now
And yeah... right now ...
Initially in my eyes all poetry was read full of perfectionness
Until I got tired of living the perfection of all the poetry
I am tired of perfection full of emptiness and tenderness full of coldness
It's been a long time my poetry has been poetic
Is it still possible to have living poetry,
Is it possible to end up meaningful poetry
To goess somewhere?
I used to be immersed in famous poetry and famous poetry
Again... Again... Again...
After my poetry destroyed the full perfection of the meaningful development of life
after my poetry destroyed the full perfection of the meaningful development of life