Kujo with two curls Poems

Everyday,
from window I glance at sweet periwinkle,
which was little sibling when I sowed it.
Every morning,
...

I watch this world differently,
it doesn't look cheerful,
as others behold.
Plagued with sorrows and gloom,
...

I was strolling,
A society filled with facts and figures,
Every icon takes me someplace,
Desire to be aware,
...

I don't want you to remember me,
Nor do I need a list of recognition,
As I only stare somewhere else.
...

I was standing in a world,
Where only we mattered,
Mirrors were reflecting our deepest ecstasies.
You slid your hand over my waist,
...