Loneliness

Don't think like the poems you wrote does you justice.

All the lonely poetry you produced, I want to sing them with you as you're embraced in my arms.

Don't think that the city lights define your happiness.

Look at the face of the people in the crowd.

Each of their poems produces a sound even you can't imagine.

Look at their music flatter your heart.

Wouldn't it rather be sad if the only sound the city could produce is the lonely sounds like yours?

If the lonely sounds are the only sound which resonates throughout the face of the Earth, where are the city lights during the day?

Where are the crying children out in the streets?

Don't look for the conclusion.

How can you conclude without feeling the sun?

As each concludes something different, yours do with beauty and warmth as well.