I wait for you
and it is never late...

My transparent heart just wants
cliches, lies and the eternal abandonment...

The color of her skin holds untold stories of...
and as she passes by barefoot and in white...

Nothing belongs to me
even my life...

She said she wants it to be faster,
intense and dirty...

I hope you talk in poems,
touching my insides with...

Chaos dressed in yellow and green,
rising to evil as we look at each other...

These fragile walls built between us
were made of dark fire and shame...

Her poetry squeaks:
it is hate...

The melody will linger on
but her lonely sonatas are over...

He raped grammar;
misspelling life...

You said the only man i have ever loved
was robert smith...