August Boy

These poems have been written with my bare hands and thoughts, and every letter holds an emotion with hidden damage.
These poems are for the one who has owed my heart since the summertime. If these writings find him in a way, just let him know that my feelings remain, and he stopped collapsing my name.
These poems are for me than for you, they are the appreciation of the old paths.
or maybe they will be empty notes.