I design our wonderland
in the gaps
between the words
that I scribble down
on nights when the moon
is drunk as well.

And I found My God in the words I wrote.

Pick up your brushes
and paint me
into a complicated
piece of art.

and I cried more than you ever loved me.

Tell me which building should I go to pray?
For I am a nameless wanderer in search of Him.

You'll crave my warm kisses
in your empty bed.
And your sheets will always carry
my tempting scent
Surely I won't be there but
I'll be a sweet memory in your head
rescuing you every time
you end up losing yourself.
So darling tell me again,
Can I be your summer's love
and winter's regret?