With a touch of passion
she mourned with love...

The exception of love leaves a trail of broken...
emotional deprived souls...

I am a leaflet of truths and lies,
floating in the consciousness of the universe...

I have not the perfect bouquet of words to offer,
but a wonder of sincerity in my wish for you...

I would sneak into your thoughts,
find out what has you busy...

Paint me a picture.
Of love. Of hate...

I wrote you a secret,
a single word...

We never met nor did we knew each other
yet your departure left me desperate for your...

They speak of me like I'm nothing,
yet everything...

Sorry mother,
I have to disappoint you...

Annoying and frustrating
when it's hard in your mind to keep narrating...

In the midst of the get together,
smiles were exchanged to last forever...