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...
I waited for you
where the sun meets the sea...
as another
arrow whizzed wide of its mark...