To the maximalist;
You seem too nice for the truth
But shaken are the edifices
Of your list of blunders, a list of me
...
For her to fall
She takes off her shoes
To step all over
The glass pieces
...
Constantly bite yourself
For there's no stopping now
The bandage sniffs the blood
Crawling beyond your tired skin
...
She never shed a tear
But tonight, a pool
Surrounds her
He shook his head
...
Like an unexpected cut at your backside
You try to dab it with some medication
To prevent it from spreading
But as you move around, trying to heal it
...
I looked out the window
And people were getting warm
On their couches of hugs
Blankets of kisses
...
When someone you know
becomes someone you want
When someone you want
...
A wondrous musical piece
Of reverberating violins, pianos, flutes
And tranquil rush of a nearby lake;
Stolen by the sheer breathlessness
...
true love isn't true
but it may happen
first love ends
...