I find you as the epicenter of my soul,
Tremors in my world originate from your being...

This love spills twice from my wrists,
Your heart beats twice for me now...

The embracing light through my window reminds me...
My fingers coursing through your soft brown hair...

Your life's in a mess right now,
So is mine...

The morning breaks on snowed in streets,
the first light with my window meets...

Your hands were never strong enough to hold...
It was my fault that i could not see yours...

This blood in my mind...
It does find me true...

I read something today
It burnt my heart...

For life is our art and art is itself,
a mirror of truth a changing for best...

This isn’t what I want to write,
This isn’t what I want to think...

Just simply to forget a love,
Is to cast down pain...

Once again...
these two words repeat...