My pen bleeds again
The pages of my paper will again going to listen
Live with me, the second time around
Let my poetry also be your ground
Please count the love and sorrow that I will deliver
It will be as many as the times I cry just to remember
Focus on the thought not on words
It will show the different emotions of my world
Another pages to write
Past will be reminiscence as if I am alright
Doubts and fake promises, will be written
This is your poet signing in, once again
