I might be a bit forgetful;
but I am sure I gave it to...

"Sorry, I don't think I love you"
She just said it with a cold heart...

Just like your eyes; dear,
some lullabies seldomly...

Hues of burgundy
lushly brushing the cheeks of...

There,
roving...

Eyes closed,
standing still...

Let it crumble, as
if it never existed...

Don't ask me to paint
a rainbow in your night...

His Heart
young, reanimated...

At night
we're lovers...

Am keeping these burdens inside
I will keep them until that day...

Why do people always fail to see ?
the mysterious warmth of this feeling...