Ringer on the door be crying clink
The glass window can’t bear the blink
The fur-coated mat withholds the bring
The lover boy opens the scene

It was a girl in neat new string
who shared a hint by her footprint
And have a thing for magazines
Carrying knit cap is her new routine

The boy stood still like a windmill
A glimpse of joy seen from the front row
Of love for show to those who throw
I love you more with more and more

Traffic Hermes
the doors dash and fold
car swinging pendulum
city lights fuming gold

Road circus
Commuter cut and dry
Train station loose
City girl shambles shy

Forgo the kiss you list
Contrary the life you live

There's a heaven
There's a heaven
But not in you, my dear.


I already revoked the knife when I first met you that noon going dark.

Without someone else other than the shadow of us. Written the night we crossed the lights

Is the tip of your finger still scented cigarettes?
With the burn marks carved on your pointed nail?
The nicotine, in a nick of time, fumbles a bet
The smoke arson all your confetti in that little lungs

The cough hurl over an empty promise you claimed
Will our worried cat still purr the same near your name
Our beloved darling crying from the game you aimed
Empty bridges just to be crossed above the troubled flame

As your face flings from the warmth of my chest
You can’t no longer hear the heart beating to rest
Another bottle of poison you drank tailored you a vest
A heaven above the pillow and you chose the hell to nest

City girl alibis running amok
Eerie looms from her tongue
Your words chaos the purist
You're a tourist on your own mind

View hocus blurred the sights
recognized under the raging sky
You're hanging by a thread
Phantom juxtaposed the dying light

No matter what
I'm still happy you are here
3 words collide big bang
I love you is the catch