Everytime I walk past you
I decompose myself in a multicolor puzzle
And then, after I've finished arranging it,
Another color results
A color that nobody imagined, yet.

heal myself of the past
with dirt and rough skies
rain drinking as a shield
of the light passed

searching through the souls,
that bear all the slides
bold headed stay
tired of their fouls.

large locks fall
spewing out the skin
"O"-s and eyebrows lie
numbing my downfall.

Soon, I will die towards nothing
gather my clothes for the departure.
From the soil some worms to pick,
Hoping for some reconciliation