In pairs, they're notes with perfect sound,
alone, they wander and look around.
When the relation begins and starts,
they lose their training wheels, supporting parts.
What's left is left alone.
What's achieved is now to hone.
The center of their circles is only a dot
in the next. A brick they do and I have not.
When I am what I don't have but need,
I have myself and greed.
I am left and left without you
like waste, like lonely residu.

Your wretched eyes were truly
speaking, so very struck by the unruly
life you lead. The tears were wrinkles
and the shine your unreal smile.

One moment were these lines
in crossing. The best of signs
are those so very soon forgotten.
Because in a moment of distraction

you vanish in a crowd as loud
as screams your eyes emitted.
I'd do all to make a smile appear,

a real one, meant and felt but not
intended. Spontanious in the heat
of the moment would your pain be.

Whether it was his words
or the cold flake of wind, sent
to make a chill his spine descend.
His mind got divided in two different worlds.

As bumps arose upon his skin
he took the time to let the view in.
He looked too closely, too refined
in a way that every difference properly aligned.

Two friends in pink and red rehearsed
what they had read before he even had discovered
how this image of perfection frantically hovered
so far from his yawn and written cursed.

The cold did not emerge at once. The breath he throws
is visible and harmful though the proces slows.

What counts as love if we are
sick and twisted minds,
one by one, after another,
but never together, ******.

At night you stumble through
at night I whisper closely,
what the hell has happened to you.
Why are you like this, ignoring.

While I was snoring, flirting,
waiting you never seemed to
think about me. Now isn't that cute,
rather rude, sleep arounder.

Accept for once, dear writing man,
the social norms are too strong.

His hand is steadily reaching out.
The bench is warm and seated,
one place winters power was depleted.
The hand has reached her mouth.

His finger slips on her upper lip.
Scarves become alive. Breath turns
vague. As if someone is trying to equip
them with knowledge. Their heart burns.

His mouth has arrived, his tongue
has followed. Cheek by cheek,
their love, so punctual and young.
Without thinking, no need to speak.

Her head, pulled away, her feet,
now cold, are facing another way.

You roam my mind in shower,
as foam, you wash me. When drunk
you ferociously devour my night
with your sudden disappearance.

You weren't meant to stay, is what
I tell myself. My physics exam is a lot
like you, I thought I knew, but failed.
But I turn pale and my teacher helps me
out.

As seasons, as trains or cars, as blind wars,
you've passed and taught me one thing new,
the essence of a song is different with you.

Unorganized messes, god blesses those
like you. Deeply structured, so complex,
all in contact, she slowly and certainly wrecks