Going through my poems,
I wrote when I was young...
I never thought I'd see through eyes
Other than my own...
With moments that you cannot match
On a day that's not foreseen...
Whispers of love remain
softly glowing heart embers...
You, my creation, my art,
you...
Each time it happens
And it happens a lot...
Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...
A man who
Turns on his...
Time is life
spent in the amnesia...
Sometimes destiny
won't need roads to find you when...
Bigger than ever,
yet smaller than a moment...
There’s dead men in the reservoir
In the water that we drink...