I remember when,
Months and years had a measurement of time.
When life was so small and intricate.
How slowly wrinkles use to show.
Now cement crease the smiles from yesterdays places.
Times like these remind me,
How hours turned to minutes,
And years turned to months,
Til eventually the years glass is up.
And when my final glass run dry,
I know there'd been no life left in me anyways.

They say home is where the heart is.
Well honey,
you have mine.
So come bring me home.
-Nestle me in your arms,
So I don't have to be homeless
no more.

My love is yours
My sweetest angel.
These morning I send my heart to you.
If only you knew that ever time
I said:
As you wish,
Sweet dreams,
Hello,
Your name...
Goodnight.
I said I love you.
In every vowel contains
The sweetest golden nectars
Of my dripping
Fervor.

As our reality flakes ashes in
loves grasp
growing cold
You were never here
My love

The heart is fatal.

you've been sullied
when you smell the virginity of water.
feel it cleanse
yesterdays sorrows
drip carelessly down your neck
cooling your spine
and run away through the transparency of refreshing rains
down the drain
releasing you from yourself.

A thousand bees 
Swarm o'er me
Pique flesh
With liquid fire
Flushing my body
In naked vermillion