i saw through your lies,
but i still miss you.
is that a sin?
a flaw in my spine?
then let me serve my sentence in memory.

she holds you,
but not like i did—
not like flame holds air.
her kiss is water.
mine was wine.

my love is wide—
victoria lake could drown in it.
it rose higher than the empire state
and dove headfirst
into the deep
where names echo and never return.

so tell me,
if i still desire you,
if i long for you to long for me—
is it a crime?

That’s Nice

The sweet, warm words you say to me and the way you hold me so close is so nice.

That’s nice
That you think of me, often
and I reciprocate
Always and in all ways.

That’s nice
That you kind of love me the same way that I love you.

That’s  just so
Nice.

Love calls the heart to trust and grow,
Love is fresh, it’s always new.
Let go, be free, embrace the unknown,
For love is felt when hearts are shown.
And love will bloom eternally.

You call them forth with gentle lies,
But I am truth behind their cries.
You urge them on to leap and trust,
While I remind them—dreams turn dust.
And I will guard them, eternally.

While you tempt with promises so fleet,
Love guides them to truths, slow and sure.
Love, not illusion, makes hearts complete,
And blooms eternal, deep and pure.

You paint with light, with colors bright,
But I am shadow veiled in night.
You sing of joy, of hearts unchained,
Yet I recall what loss has stained.
And I will linger, eternally.

Love may rise where doubt still lingers,
Soft as whispers, light as fingers.
Through night and shadow, hearts will fight,
For every loss still births new light.
And love will stand—unyielding, eternal.

In world of fake news
truth comes out only a few
but you know,
Even if you are true
there is but nobody who believes in you.

The rain was calling me
to join it.

Just like the wind that
caresses the rain, swiftly;
I joined the soaked land.

It was just me and the rain.
And suddenly, it was me,
the kind stranger with umbrella and the rain.