evil wine speak
you look so pretty in every color
god you're so old
and i so young

empty bottle basement
child's home, fate
is tiny hands

bodies blend
to time and
silhouttes

let me lead you home

My poem is me
Everything related to me

I saw myself like a paper
That lifeless without a letter

And my experience in my ballpen
When I mistaken
And then I'm going to erased
But then the mark is still there
Always reminds me my yesterday

So now I disided to used a pencil
So that my mistake
Will come to be lifeless and buried with a grave

You make me smile
And my heart ache
In your presence
My hands quickly begin
To shake
My skin secretes
A lot of sweat
My heart thuds and starts hammering
Against my chest
I hear the hallowing
Of my lungs as I take my last
Breath
That you borrowed because
You deserved much less
Grasping my chest realizing my
Mistake
I still have enough air to whisper
Your name.

the spark of your blue eyed gaze
beneath the forest bed
in your arms with my heart
i melt with you

the warmth of your breath
touch deep of the woods
i can’t resist but
melt with you

the verses you wrote on the leaves
around my head
where love birds make a nest
with the forest mists
i melt with you

the flow of your love
run over my body
fresh sweet pure honey
from the nectar where bees feast