The earth, yet longing to let go,
Pulls your feet down...

For the first
It always ends...

I apologize.
I pour my heart onto the paper...

If every color had a feeling
Would colors be considered emotional...

Where the shadows meet the Earth,
Where the trees touch the sky...

The night is over
Her pain returns...

The abstract figures,
The foggy shapes...

She walks down the street,
Eyes on the ground...

And when I looked into your eyes
I saw mine looking back...