"Never ever stop writing."

We know one day all of us will die,

It is called death, and beyond death is oblivion.

Beyond oblivion is uncertainty.

Beyond uncertainty is fear, beyond fear is humanity.

We are humanity but inhumanly,

We are of one specie but separated with race,

divided with belief, and classified by the society.

Humanly as we speak,  but devilishly we act.

Humanity at its peak is demonic indeed.

I miss you!

I miss the way you treat me,

the way you show your

sweetness to me, your care,

your clumsiness.

I love you!

not because of your appearance,

or of your slender body.

I love you because of your personality,

I love you because of your attitude.

I am human, I am lustful, but

it doesn't mean I'm not hurt at all.

I love you and that's all I know.

I know those two words are different

one is shallow the other is deep.

You are the Yin, I am the Yang,

You are the best and I might be the worst.

You are the calm and I am the storm,

to be brought together by an unusual force.

For this last poem I made tonight,

this is for you my beloved.

I will die, my memory will fade.

But my love for you will never go astray.

For this last poem I made tonight,

this is for you my only love.