i didnt know
it was a night of rest but instead my mind was awake and readin stuff on what you so called web. I didnt know! just until then I run the pages and read all that thoughts.
All my anger fade away and my hatred come out softly. As I continue reading I just found out , "i didnt know" you are more than an artpiece.
I melt away for the words I read. I get strucked. All I can say can u be my composer? Can I barrow those words and turn with tune. It might be something that will rhythm.