On some very rare occasions, or maybe every fortnight
I let you slip in my mind, in the middle of the night
Just a little I let my lips remember yours, the bittersweet taste and all
I run my fingers in your hair, maybe they weren't this long
Snapshots of you, fragments of your touch on my skin burns
And someday I won't remember, how there wasn't an inch between us
But tonight, I will let you slip in mind, just for this time
On some very rare occasions or maybe every fortnight

I want to be buried
Next to the unmarked grave
In my town's small cemetery
Next to the football stadium
The grave that nobody notices
The grave I sat beside
So many times
The grave I collected flowers for
Not a beautiful bouquet
Bought at a shop
But fallen blossoms
Pale and delicate
That littered the ground
Beneath the flowering trees
I wiped away the moss
And the wind caked dirt
To reveal the slab of stone
The grave that only read
Unnamed

In a coloured world
You're black and white
In this sunny life
You're eternal night

In my course palms
You're silk liquid
In this broken home
You can't fix it

But in my eyes
You're a dancer
And in my mind
You're already mine

I was born naked..
No drink..
No friends..
No shopping..
I was born alone ..
No job..
No music
No exhibitions .
I was borne pure..
No art..
No shows ..
No traveling..
I was born for life..
Life is short.
Life is good..
Sometime..
Somedays..
Somehow..
Somewhere..
Life is love ..
Life is kiss..
Life is dream.
What is life
For you..?
I was born naked..
Just me ..
For you..
Today..
Only Me..
No show..
No drink..
No job..
Love. .
Just one..

everybody needs someone,
someday,
someone important to them
to talk about their
somewhat unimportant problems

He wore her thoughts and She wore his words,and together they were poetry