Your eyes
I see your trust
broken and shattered
I know you are hurting

Sad sad eyes
I cry with you
under the moonlight
the brightest stars

Your troubled tears
let me wipe them
A third eye kiss
passion on your dry lips

Rain pouring
no colorful rainbows
baby, let me
hold you through this hurt

Give me your
hand...
running into
the night... passionately

Your skin is not paper,
Don't cut it.
You don't spill ink on it,
You spill blood from it.
And if you die,
It is suicide,
And since it is not a natural death,
You roam the earth as a ghost until the time of your natural  death.
31/10/2019