It was a slow draw,
-A sucking need...

How can it be?
That i'm counting these days...

I've found,
That pinot grigio...

Can't you see?
That I'm lying on the floor...

Love can knock ever so gently,
Upon the threshold of closed doors...

The healing tree,
Inside of my heart...

And that was it-
Your soul became my future garden...

I could never quite figure out...
Whether you sustained this broken heart...

My heart is speaking in a foreign language right...
That my mind can't even begin to understand...

Let it go…
My mind softly whispers to itself...

If only these walls that I built, could talk,
From this ivory tower that prevents me to be set...

How are you?
Are you eating well...