If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

The wind made no impression
on my mood, it couldn’t wipe the sombre smile...

Don’t keep yawning
at the sunrise...

so, here i am once more
alone...

my eyes gave up crying today
over the past week they...

Hello
hello hello...