I saw his soul through his eyes as if he were an open book, He let me see every fissure…
He’s a little messed up and I’m plain crazy I don’t wish to turn things around, but he’s just lazy,…
I like to lose myself in the pitter-patter of the rain, Thoughtlessly doodling in the mist on the windowpane, Unbothered…
Have you ever pictured a world where everything is perfect and everyone is happy? This poem gives an impression of…