Lord knows we've
hurt each other...

You once said that
sunbeams would guide...

Your fraudulent lips
seem to hum a...

Your heart; cold as ice
Your skin is hot like the sun...

Looks are deceiving.
The storm clouds seem sweet just like...

I may be colourful,
and perhaps...

You're nestled between
my dusty pages and...

I curled up in bed between
my sheets and the moonlight...

I don't know what
it was that triggered...

Just because you
can't come up...

Please wipe those tears away from your weary eyes,
for each tear drop that trickles down your sweet...

I am in awe of
your colourful soul...