What is love?
A strong feeling of fondness...
(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
Sometimes, love just isn't enough to keep people...
I feel the wind on my neck,
the rain on my skin...
One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...
Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...
Take your words and swallow them whole,
watch them fade, like your cold and bitter soul...
She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...
Me and you
we equal two...
Its funny how you were wiff me first
then we broke up and you ran to her...
as another
arrow whizzed wide of its mark...
The flashing cursor...
Patiently... waiting...