fifteen before twelve,
Memories have been flashbacked,
rejoiced the scenes,
while laid flat at the canvass

taking some caffeine,
with a snake printed bottle.
Disgusted by thoughts,
hurt and puzzled.

Silence drove
this cold blooded evening,
Why's have been circled,
without an answer sprinkled

without a company,
alone disoriented sensed,
questions you can't blur,
nor satisfy one's self even.

and it ***** to know the truth,
that whispers are here to stay,
can't even jumpstart,
and establish your play.

Fifteen after twelve,
I found my self still,
coming back in her arms,
with fresh wounds healed.