When I met you
It was like tasting lemon for the first time...
I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...
Weekends are becoming difficult to bear
The smile on my face is getting harder to wear...
Love -
shall never grow...
In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...
Beneath the sheets ----
between the s i g h s of dreamers...
Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...
There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...
You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...
At first, you assume it's going to be
easy, stripping the wallpaper off...
His fingertips curl
Tracing lightly over ivory...
I do not look at my watch to see time
I look at the hands...