If things changed by closing our eyes
And only true love could silence screams...
Soft kisses from a pressed white collar,
Tightly bound by neatly ironed lies...
Guys, before you read this, let me say one thing...
Here we go...
I sit in church, heart filled with doubt,
Insisting I believe...
In front of the mirror she stood in awe
Admiring the landscape of scars and all the things...
living in my mirror, is a different version of me
today’s fellow, who does not quit measure up to...
discarded condoms
on streets use to be the worst...
In the dark, things grow so old.
With no warmth to be felt...
I know the sleepless nights are past and so are...
Now you talk to me like you can earn your own...
You had folded my clothes
on the chair, and left a note...
In the beginning
you gathered the wood...
Is it just the brightness making me so fold,
or is it your defeated souls...