Sorry
Often said...

I got a secret
Too dark to tell...

You always said,
that painted fingernails...

Since we do not discuss
about who loves the other more...

The tempest effects your
hapless vision, which...

Sitting in the train
on the first evening...

Stumbling barefooted
along the path of life, yet...

Waft of mist envelops me,
and heavy clouds...

Chapped lips, gnawed nails
roosting in eclipse...

I.
Sometimes I adopt the coziness of cafes and lean...

You're here again.
I glance as you enter...

Why give up something that
always mattered to you...