My poems

My solitude
Speaks itself
They are my poems
They know me well

I show myself
I see myself
And I knew my depths
I knew my shallowness

What you know
Is my bubbling joy?
What you know
Is my grim grief

I show what I have
I see what I have
I live through you
And I speak through you

You are my way
You are my love
And without you
I will be the dreams
Without colors