Whispers
Wet with tears
Little collected mumbling's
Implausible
This heart fire
Of would never
Broken
This ruin, made of each other
Reaches out to you in hope
Like a coat, too heavy and too tight
This void of sound
This pain
This spice of life
The pleasure of its warm embrace
Feels like home
Once familiar elements
Looking into your eyes
Breathing your air….
Touching your skin
Dying
In this heart fire
Of could never

Gypsy