What do you do, when it simply hurts too much
when all you thought you could believe in...
With loss at hand you sprawl bones
half naked into blurry nights and on behalf...
You, who trudges by the wearied
path, do you not know of...
I used to take many
showers, daily...
Mirrored memories
and self-created fantasies...
Dust covers a little box as it sits
on a shelf, with her name barely...
Everyone marked a title in
your calendar. You have been...
Insomnia, is what I used to have
and tears, accompanied with yearning, welling up...
I don't want to write
about our burnt bridges again...
Under a blanket of words lies a forgotten story
Never able to show its face upon a ruled page...
A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted...
Darkest kiss to darkest love,
Two lovers are embracing in the very shadows in...