Reading
a literature
admiring the heroine
a
few call from
my possessive girlfriend
But
I avoided her
suddenly
someone knocked
on the main door...
my neighbour
he came for a help
then
went back to my room
and
open the book
only to find
the heroine is
mysteriously
murdered by someone.

every time
I see her 
in
black dress
I believe... 
she loves 
my 
skin color...

I was singing a pathos song,
A huge spider on my window
stopped weaving its web
and looking into my eyes...

I 
exploded
like a supernova 
to light the space 
to
attract her 
and 
show my address...

her
avoiding eyes
brushes
endless pain
on
my canvas...

I closed
my eyes
spoke
to her memories
in
thousand disparate
ways...

When
she gave
a handshake
to
my enemy
I could hear
a tree falling
in
my woods.