you leave my flannel
hanging up with your clothes
it was my favourite,
and you were too

its only company
is my heart
which you left in the corner of your closet
to gather spiderwebs

I wish I could find
The correct words and sequence
Of them to explain

worthwhile but hard to achieve;

                                              a thing that can never be accomplished.

            Falling,                              ­                                                  
              ­                                     Fa l l i ng                          F all ing
                      F a ll ing,
                                         Fallin,
           Failin g,               Failing,
               Fallin g,
                                Fal lin,
                                                            ­   Fallng,

                                                        ­ I fell.

Your finger drew my lips as fate killed us all.

                                                       how could have this worked if it was doomed from the start?

                                                      For­ you,
                                                      my dear
                                                            ­                                     i give my all,
i give my love.
                                                           ­                   my fate
                                  my heart.


                                                For you my dear,
                                                       my true,
                                                       my love,
                                                           ­ no.
                                                For I cannot love

                                                           You.