Today, a young lady asked me,
"Don't you have any obsessions?"...
I've grown to hate you Hate
And I hate that I hate you...
We met on the internet while surfing the web
even though we were forewarned...
Secrets kept
inside your past...
-
time, a hand too soon...
I was born in a land where Spanish was the ground...
And I, just like a tree who was moved to another...
Night
you are dark...
I need a day I can sit and look,
Amongst the trees with just a book...
Each and every word that comes out of my mouth is...
It may be as sweet as honey...
The black veins of the day
pulse deep inside...
Why did I go to war mum?
Why did I ride away...
Just like a time traveller,
I venture through places in time and space...