A bitter fresh memory
is aching more than ever...

Secret poetry contains her pain
of the poisoned life she knows...

Each tender smile
collapses into blue rivers...

My doubts may be rising
as you approach closer...

Who is this angel calling me,
Trying to to encompass my heart...

The sweet fragrance
of that passing perfume in the breeze...

One dead star
becomes jealous of one small tear...

Where is the sense in pretending
that these long lost years don't matter...

Balance embrace me,
please wrap your light...

Though time may pass,
many secrets still remain...

In the air of an evening mist,
a weeping widow whispers...

My tears splash onto the blank canvas
of my already scarred skin...