You cannot fool me, as I too, live in this world of trickery.

I still blame myself for last July

I sometimes wonder, if it would be different. My little life.
If this addiction of mine. Had not consumed me for the longest time.

And then at once as sudden as he had left, he came back, and with him, colour.

I inherited my mom's anger, and my dad's kind of laziness.

Yes, I deserve spring.

A day from you is far too many-
My worn out heart is not yet ready
That night when I stood shivering on the dock
Horns were blaring, you were taken by the tide
Tears on my cheek, with every breath a cold fog
I wondered if it’s possible to freeze inside