Thread of dotted sticks
Laid as colorful wicks
As my voice reaching to the mid
Burning through the piano reeds

Tick-tock
Deafening mock
Here a leaf, once again stuck
To the branches of burnt lungs

I'm still hearing old voices
And I can't escape from the reality
The fire is still alive
And nothing can extinguish it from spreading

I don't have a heart
Because you had it once
But what did you do
You stabbed it by your piercing glare
And cut it into several pieces

But you took a piece
To remember the times that we were together
And to remember how much you loved me
When you need someone to

To see me everyday
To smile at me when no one does

You see me as a kid
A kid that needs love and care

But you never look to me
And see me as a lover
A lover who is willing
To give his heart
Just for you
To break it
And to scatter it
Like sand in the shore