I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve,
holding my feelings at the edge of my tongue...

Who said the sun sips
from the east...

Yesterday,
my heart was embroidered...

There are pieces of me
on the couch...

The hills were steep,
do not push your fragile ankles up there...

His compassion, like an old tree
strangles my sentiments with its...

Your absence spoke in crowds,
it said you came like a green cloud...

This morning air slipped into my heart with
a somber spell; I inhaled displeasure...

Here?
I told you. Gloomy are the days of the...

From the sieges around me
from the dust that's choking me...

I feel like a sad yellow,
that's dressing the moon...

My silence is too complicated;
my language is a difficult mess...