I met the sword on my saddle today
I took it out...

I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...

You, my dear, are like a candle.
On and on, just burning, melting...

I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys of people's...

To mind comes
Abandoned thoughts...

Sometimes love,
I feel your shouts like hammers knocking down...

Inside a car, with windows up,
A doll with braided hair, sits...

I remember when we used to play...
streets were puuddles spitting gravel...

Sometimes,
I feel like an old soul trying to find rest...

If I was the shoe in your foot,
Who was the sock...

Every morning,
run...

Words, they are just letters,
and letters are just points...