Oh, I waited for this,
Knock on my door
And I saw bliss.
I thought my address was forgotten
And now in my hand is a sign pen.
Crumpled papers and
Story makers,
Armorless heart
I faced dangers.
I'll waste my ink,
Flabbergasted, it was pink.
Poems unlike before
I'll let you explore.
My story, my inklore.
I'll tell to the world
The story of how I met you
And how you unconsciously
broke my heart.
I'll tell to the world
The story of how I get you
And now you owns my heart.
The universe shouldn't let
A poet be in pain
'Cause he'll bleed and bleed and bleed.
The universe also shouldn't let
A poet be in love
'Cause he'll do the same.