You kissed my lips
And that was the time
I never wrote
One poem nor
One song

And it saddens me

Listening to the devil
is seeing the
depths of hell
in your
own hands

Then, there you are,
with her,
while i was helplessly
watching my figure
disappear on your face

Why do sad girls only write about being broken and sadness itself?

Because they know joy is a temporary guest everybody wants to entertain, therefore expected to leave...

I love you
more in my
memory
than in
reality

Our memories are like shells
that form
constellations
in the
cold
cold
sand
The friction of such can cause
the same sound
of your
forgotten
giggle
Our oceans,
aligned with pink skies,
clouded our minds
as we
isolate
reality
You are one of the most
precious ornament
I've ever collected
within my
island
Only if high waters doesn't shove little things
Only if sails are stable in every swift
Only if mermaids are forever singing
Only if we learned how to keep

Didn't I tell you that you're
beautiful as the lights
floating in the city?
Didn't you tell me
that long ago my sight
always varies?
From the the truth
that is so obvious,
but subtle around me.
Baby, I think it's just my love
rising above your
identity