In the same time
when you were in the books or even in the papers
Dear, Someone who lives in thousands words, “Mr. S”
I am
only a girl who looks for men
Men
or a man whom I don’t ever know
They
or he gives me some poems until ten
And
they amaze me somehow when I show
I
can’t say those words are dust aboveground
But
they seem more than silver or even gold
Side
those words, diamond’s shy to stick around,
And
even emerald soon becomes mold
It’s
glad for me when I read the last note,
when
I find something that you were inside
It
may be like a joke or anecdote,
When
I aware from men who become guide
Yeah,
now I recognise you, “Mr. S”
Although,
well, now you are stuck on the ice
