It's scary how we usually captivated by words
Hanging onto it
Word is a rope
You can swing by it
And also you can kill yourself with it

When I write, I am making words
A meaningful yet miserable words
Seeking for its meaning
A poem, is where you can find me
I'm sleeping between rhymes and hopes
And waking up
With empty holes

I believe in your words
The ones that can make me laugh
But sometimes seems like life is so rough
But you're tough
With a little cough

Maybe it is my fault
For making your words as the source of energy
And elegy