I behold the
promises as
your lips curve
for a kiss.

And watch it
die
as your lips too
shut satisfied.

I am only a wine
you long for
when your heat is
uncontrollable.

But I will let you,
always,
to drink me.

After all,
I am a finest wine,
fermented with
years of  broken promises.

- qyf

I am a vessel
full of memories.

Of our past.

That is all the
load
I carry,
all along,
against the
relentless waves
of sorrow
wallowed by
my wrecked heart.

I chose to carry
you,
in the sea of
my collected tears,

for without it,
your memories,

I won't thrive
to breathe.


-qyf