To understand
is to see
through her eyes
when I attempt
I fear more
like living
two unique world
me and
her world
of me..

Black and white dreams
Less conventional
            it seems
Yet,
         I still believe
That too
    many
colors
Can fade out
        the true meaning
And if
       I dream of death
Then it's *just
                   the beginning

I wish I'd never met you
I wish I'd never heard your name

Love is pure, love is great
But how it is when one have failed
Yes, they said it's bitter-sweet
But why I feel a sugar guilt.

Now I know what I feel,
It is true that love is here
But when he knew what I did there
He chose to left without a tell.