Whistling wind is what I only hear
As I write this poems with a handful of tears
Sitting in this cold wooden chair
Scribbling some words to fit each pair
Thinking some words that are deep
So people will remember until their asleep
I've written many poems in my life
Its the only way out to feel the paradise
Its a way to show what im feeling
Cause im always scared in confessing
Telling everyone will only make it worse
So writing is the best of course
Here it is my poem
The one that you are reading
Im just bored tonight
Thats why i have to write
have a Goodnight
