Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

Don't feed your ego with my soul.

I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of a average dick.

I spit out to my heart and my mind. when you collect them together, they can not show the resistance of an average dick.

Okay," i said. "If i can not find anybody to have sex, i call you."He smiled. "When you'll find out you have not anybody to love, you'll call.

This love is hard core. Let's make it soft porn.

Sex is a thing, love is everything.

I don't have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

I maybe such a pain in the ass,But in a good way.I give you pleasure at the same time!

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing,I’ve got nothing,And it’s not a good thing.

at first sight everyone seems like human.

The best revenge is the time. Time takes it's revenge all the time.

Love is bold. Love is blind.

I don't want to break my memories with you.

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence...Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.I love you in my very own wayBy throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your headLike i want to kill you.Just because of envying the love That my heart spend on you.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying and yelling at the same time.They were some kinda wounded birds... Eagles, wrens... When you remind that, you became some kinda phoenix. And life goes on like this.like an uncomplete poem.

Tell me a story. Be my storyteller.

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories' grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

I found the kingdom of far far away, prince charming would not be so far.

Love was not enough to fight or I was not worth to fight.

Love was not enough to fight or i was not worth for fight.

Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.

You know it wrong honey. I am friendly. I am not user-friendly.

I love you" he said. I did not say anything. What could I say? If i said i love you too, i had perpetual punishment for being a liar.

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding is just to breathSimply keeps us alive.

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.