A collection of his poems

A better me

I picked up my guitar ready to play a tune

I closed my eyes, but all i see is you

I held the guitar prepared to play a chord

But as i started playing

I can't remove this image of yours..

So i put down my guitar, looked at my phone prepared to call your name

But this feeling of hesitance, afraid that would you feel the same?

The desire for your presence oh is it too much to ask?

Afraid that when I finally come you wouldn't care that I'm back

So i reminisce in the picture of you, still in my head-

....

This poem was never finished

Cause I can't think of a better me while lying in bed

The way I hear your silence still echoing in my head

But ye this poem might never be finished

Cause it's forever gonna go on

I know many ways to improve myself

But i hopse it is not to move on