To
find the dark
She
lit a candle...

Story continues..
We
Stop following.

Your tears
Your fears.

Your love
Your weakness.

Your leader
Your impotency.

Your job
Your label.

Your anger
Your animal.

Your wealth
Your burden.

Your brave
Your mask

Your silence
Your let-go.

Your smile
Your rationality.

Your respect
Your revenge.

Your influences
Your phallus.

Your country
Your wall...

She said, 
She hate me...
I understood
there is no 'I' in me
but there is me in 'I'
whether she knows
I have two me in 'I'
which both listen but never meet in person.
whether she hate me, the 'I'
which
never going to meet in my lifetime or
the one....me in the 'I'.
Evening,
I ask for a date to clarify her hate...

Women
Get filled her space
Which
Normally
She cannot fill..

a sudden
erupt of joy in her heart!
she never knows
someone loving her soul
from
other side of the Earth!

Trying!
a
word for excuse?