Tonight has become the coldest night, yet.
Not even my poetry can warm me...
and because I lived
with a'thousand souls...
Fingers stretched with
drowning strength...
She's my socket,
The source of my power...
We heard it all before
How we don't have enough time...
When a clown can't smile
Not even with the make up on...
You still linger,
Right between the shadows of the folding moon...
I had a beloved cousin who hanged himself,
Because he was not earning much...
Do I look depressed because am always indoors?
I no longer move out like I used to...
It's coming up
on a year...
Ink drips from my eyes like rain from the sky
As I spill my emotions on this old parchment...
The subtle difference between,
Myself still loving you...