They don't mean their words
words for them are contests of...
despair has me in a chokehold;
my lungs fight for a chance at survival...
When I returned from US there was no fire left in...
no humble spirit...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
You got up hours ago at 9 AM with a contented...
Today was a dreamless sleep. Sometimes I prefer...
When we are in love
we are two fluttering wings...
Time is pulsating
all things to end, yet itself...
Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...
Winter's fingers shine with blood
The droplets frozen hard...
You were digging deep
for flaws in me yet you...
When I write something
I make sure that I'm written...
We always forget what
we are...