You make me smile from behind
the curtains that I often cleanse...

I grieve
over the map that you lost...

Proudly ineffective;
worn like a stitch of old wool...

About time I forgot,
your spits on my plate...

I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...

I love you, except that everything
I fall in love with is a fantasy...

It's almost midnight at my side
only few minutes keep me away from tomorrow...

Long blue curtains play before the window,
where a long way from the clear glass...

Captured by the sunsets falling behind
hills of your supreme eyes, I sink in the...

Let me be empty and still
but full of longing...

I possibly will no longer relax along
the shores of someone's aquatic core...

At the back of my mind,
you've built a habitat...