As the memory
of your light...

Confusion now hath made its masterpiece
Personified by such simple subtleties...

I dare not to speak of the object of my bliss
I dread the absence of your kiss...

Although my nature is not to live by day
I cannot tolerate another night like this...

Undelivered intimacy suppressed
Means ceaseless torture, thoughts never at rest...

'Twas deprived, my soul, of rest
Could no longer raise tumults in my chest...

When wit has run out and voice is lost
And you begin to doubt your learnings...

The music of my heart I long to hear
The enigma of yearnings I kept so dear...

Love once knocked on my grayscale life
And I unknowingly let it in...

Maybe I should've told you
All the words I wanted to say...

People come, people go
Why won't they bother to stay...

I write only
until I cry...