Playboy Looking for Love

To my Reader

Sorry, but the author has not been able to continue the novel. Just a small scratch I wrote for you as a representative of the heart that the author now feels.

My little poem.

"My man tried to write on

a piece of paper.

What I write is part of my heart.

The part of my heart I've ever felt

All words strung together

Slowly,... This hand keeps scratching

All the flavors I pour

Sometimes I have to know, really,

My heart still feels its presence

My pen is still dancing on that white paper

The more I look at my heart

The more fucked up, the more messed up,

The more you don't know, the more you,

I want to write everything

So as not to forget

Because I know, you must

Disappear someday

I'm trying to recall

Why your figure only stayed

The shadow?

I'm trying to get back to my right mind

My pen no longer aligned

It turns out you're disappearing.

Your tracks are no longer imprinted

Wh why?

Am I still wrong?

Or I don't deserve you

I wrote this,

I say moo,

Do you want to go back

look towards me again

Hi penaku....

Still has meaning

I-I know,...

It's all gonna end, sure,

At some point.

And I'll definitely stop.

You don't exist either...

Confessor... It's all okay

The struggle finally ended

It just lies

Until I wait to come back

Grab you again...."