I wish that I didn't write these poems.

City talk

Was I inlove with who you really were?

When the city was still busy
and the towns were asleep.
When the sky was filled with stars
and the moon- glistens.

Or

Was I inlove with who you really are?

As your words are more charming and witty when the sky would be ill-lit.
Your words were like a cup half empty than half filled, 

words full of meaning but you said it with an empty heart. 

I still wonder if you meant anything that you've said.

- the nights we had