SHE belongs to my dreams.
like SHE’s only my last string
hanging to the endless screen
to the room of “love scenes”
yet! it’s not clean...

for love inside our mess
which was not all a hate
I’m not a worse,
just fool of my hope.
the way the
circumstances betrayed
do we need to
pretend our spare?

HATE which I neither did
LOVE which i always did
though most time happened less.
but the the two are always
tied with knots...

how could you let me down
easily,
where’s all the promises
that we made early.
oh ****! i got this
moment right.
yet dare to
spell something.
unless my poetic
mind stops.
perhaps DAY is near
i’ll went out soon.
this tied knots brokes out
with the piontless cause.
01.07.2019