Her footsteps as
she leaves me...

I felt it once,
love and happiness...

I stood on a wall of trust,
a wall with cracks...

If it is good or bad
depends on...

In the morning we don our masks
during the day they can...

Dreams,
so sweet, so punishing...

Words, such an unstable bridge
for thoughts and feelings...

Instinct or thoughts
same or different...

One can not be known without the other
love and hate...

Warmth in the presence of three
no trust...

She smiles and happily
chats with her friends...