I felt the writing fever,
My hands shake with...

A mirror
Reflecting...

I loved you,
But we were not lovers...

Do I Still Love You?
Love...

Sweet agony,
Treachorus joy...

Why don't you notice me?
I'm not part of the wall...

Its a strange thing,
The thing called fighting...

Sitting here now,
Not noticing...

Why can't I,
Let go...

Close you eyes,
Love...

Gliding,
Spinning...

As much as we talk,
As much as I say...