You cannot **** a choir
You cannot **** a flock
You cannot **** a cause
You cannot **** all of us

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
You've gone from the words
I wrote to.

The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
I never try to write my feeling for,
because there is nothing to write for.

Let me hear the voice of you.
Writing on my page.
I text it to be true.
But that message is underage.

I take some paper.
Folding it to be a pain.
Flying crash it upper.
Still trying to stand again.

I walk on the street.
Looking for you there.
The path gives me more breathe.
Smells of you are the things of rare .

I finish my little journey.
So I can take a rest.
You choose me as a honey.
Vibrating on my chest.

You know,
You can answer
your messages
If you care
   -like you said you do-
Or leave me alone
forever
Thanks.