How does it feel to be my subject?
Gathering words and
searching for meanings
What's the feeling when receiving gifts?
Made with love, it feels like making stitches.
Facing different characteristics
overdose by various differences
I'm not feeling deja vu
'cause I'm used to it,
to have inspiration in my own writing
Poem that's full of
romance and sadness,
it depends if I'm feeling lonely or falling,
distracted by others' traits and beauty
I don't care what others may say.
Tell me, is it lucky to be my subject?
If what I feel about you is not certain,
It will easily disappear like a bubble.
It all depends on how frequently you ignore.
