i remember that day vividly;
he looked at the price tag of...
if I were that little boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue...
The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...
You were holding hands with fear,
like she was a lover...
Honeyed words pour out in a continuous
stream onto your collar bones, the horizon...
You have band-aids on your arm again.
But they're not bandages, your skin...
I know all of your kisses.
There is a "take care of...
I would fly along with sparrows,
mirror the sharp turns of the fish...
So here we hang
on the wishing tree...
Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...
Happiness is an emotion rare to find
Especially deep inside such a dark soul...
I liked it better when you only
existed on paper...