Going through the oldies
Refolding the old stories
The scars were gone long
But left their marks behind on me
The flowers in the books
Were no less than a fool
Making love relive
We lost ourselves in the past
Maybe we will meet again
But different would be the circumstances
Love between us would still be alive
But the demonstration would be different
Love cannot be lost
It can only forget its way
Finding love is finding life
And life is all we need right?
I bleed red,The scars rustedthe tears overflown,I craved for painnot for a sympathy gainquite long living suffocationI lived throbbing...
It was Friday again You called her — as it was your manner Same rendezvous The corner of the...
I waited here Those long hours, for youHopeful, you would notice me todayThen you cameAnd you gave a glanceTwo-second attention –...
My thoughts are scattered pieces broken into curves and dots, and spikes too — touchy irritants. They wander in...
I was stripped of my rind Then discarded I was a forsaken matter The type you find in the...
I want to know what you’re writing I want to know if it’s about me I need to know...
The morning dews Have become black tars Spewing holy smoke The trees that danced to the twirl of bliss...
