Sit to write down a poem.
But no feelings I could describe,
Everything seems to jolted down under a deep sea
And I'm standing on the side
Fate so unfortunate that as if I couldn't swim down there
And this feels like I'm breaking my own heart.

How to tell you, about how I feel.
Even if I try I don't think you'll really be understanding.
There's a hole in between the spaces between us
If you or I try to get close, non of us will get what we want to say to each other
Cause I might say words that would be too much for you to cope up with
Or cause you wouldn't say anything from your heart when I will tell you, to talk the truth, darling.

I miss the old days.
When we didn't though so much before speaking.
Didn't judge so much, just believed in.
Now in present, all your words as gift
Taste so sore and darling,
It tastes
like vermilion violet grapes.
Love is everything or nothing at all. It's the untold truth about the life's theory.

Don't sicken me with all the condition you ask for.
Won't write you letters anymore.
There's no use of it . as you've said.

To write down a poem, need diverse word knowledge
It meant to be something outstanding. But I came up so sore by feelings of peppermint burns upon the skin,and
My mouth tastes like grapes explodation.