Watercolour,
Two tears of rain-

Coppered silk dissolves,
Hanging over time.

If Fuji remains
Tell me when

She is a bubbling crater
Steaming lake, fisher,
Cormorant
And all

You went away and never came back
Leaving your wound on my wing
Stigmatizing my love's *****
What a strange dame you became
Ditching the turf of trust
Though I've gotten over you
My heart still longs for your fashion
Your flawless kisses contriving passion
Your charm knew how to play with
And tug at my heartstrings
Knew how to take me
To the outpost of frenzy
Now I'm left in a fit of pique
Recuperating from rays of link
Wherever you are whatever you doing
I have no idea
But I'm constantly involved
In the scope of viewing
How you fled without a sign
Without reason or rhyme
Were you ashamed or outright cold
Was your love diving
Or calculatingly conniving
Either way you left me steamless
To carry the wound
To carry the tempest of the mood.

I bleed in life
As I bleed in my words;
All over the place
And without convention or order.

Perhaps life outside the seascape of emotion
is worth trying to, just live & never expecting
high demand.

Perhaps life gets bitter when your
too alone for such a long time, it's like
You seek company but you never did.

Perhaps life outside writing are more
Challenging than the play of words,
Trying to dare the truth that never
Comes out.

Perhaps life gets busy on things that
didn't matter, you laze around and
listening to stories never your own.
Trying to pass time, like a passerby
Never staying, you just fade in the
background of things you wish
it's Yours...

Perhaps life outside my inspiration
I'm too forgiving, too passive, and
too sensitive that I never care for
Myself. I care too much on my own
Prison that I forgot to believe on myself.

I don't write like I used too,
because I care too less like
I used too...