Poem #001: Saw you at SHVR stage’s
bring a bag with goods dept tag dirty old skool vans with innocent you look like the only girl i see enjoy the music and didn't look high you are not a beauty like the other when we talk in fact
till you smile, for a while, i don't lie it's normal you just special but don't know why, i've been try sure it's just no make sense, but can i be your friends?
my head is spinnin', finding a way how i can talk with you beginning keep tryin', but didn't sayin', it's not satisfying, scare and fallin' then music stop playing, and i just drowning
a things that i know if jack didn't meet with rose, maybe titanic will never drowning and maybe if i know your name, something could happen for waitting
for real, what is that feel?, this is struggle deal shvr stage is chill, heads like a wheel. staring at you, pardon me, i am to shy but don’t you know why? butterfly is being beauterfly if you let her fly and fly away.
