Urges of Break

yourself.
an idea to die for.
myself.
an unworthy idea.
why else do I sing of you.
why else do I dream of you.
please enter soon...
i'm losing myself.
conceive defeat
I will never kiss you
at least let someone
enter: a replica of your being.

Sadness.

I am such a liar: I can never face myself anymore...

Crying Out

I am tired and lonely. I'd trade my heart to receive all the comfort from you; to have my head on your lap and you'd see me to sleep for the next one week. And you'd kiss me so that I'd have sweet dreams. Oh God..

How Do Hearts Fly?

how do hearts fly?
and leave one alone
to die.
i'd need to walk
to find it to keep
myself alive.