I can't compose songs but I could construct words. I can't talk to you personally but I could chat with you eagerly. Good morning, good afternoons, good evenings and goodnight are nice but could be better if you're safe at those times.

Hey, I'm not that sweet, bitter nor sour. I could be the salt or all kinds of seasonings to make you feel better. I know you like onion, your outermost layer is your facade, your inner, the fragile gem, that I am afraid to break. I knew it better cause I may not witness it personally but I've seen it and feel it gradually. Delusional may it seem but hey, I knew it better.

I may not be attentive most of the time, but I'll make sure...