Will this last?
trees benches

I don't know

Maybe they do
(do not interrupt them)

he kinda shy to tell you sth

bimg boomies mooosi?

why is he doing that?

why is he so relaxed?

What's inside his head?

Does this poem hold the answer?

The Canvas of You

You are just the right amount of crazy
(dont judge too soon)
painted on the canvas of immense beauty
with the colors oh so bright
of jokes and joy
and it flows
to the darker shades
(mera baby poet ♋)
like the stormy grey skies of the deep blue
your anger, like the tempest
rocking my world
and the sun shines again
the bright yellow of your love
shining upon me
as i gaze into canvas of your soul
the eyes, seeing the painting come to life.

The Things That Have Witnessed our Love must surely Know

Maybe the cats know the answer

Maybe the metro knows?

Maybe the birds in the park know

Maybe this shitter knows
(street ruiner)

What about the young flower beds?

What about these old flowers?

banaba

pipe fruit

Maybe the dogs near poonjabi house know

no? yes?
I don’t care who knows or who doesn’t anymore , because what i know is something that matters.
What matters is
girl
But the question still remains
.
Will this last?

Find out