I prefer pain to death even in deep regret!
Over frozen feelings that feel summer’s breath.
Do i, yes i do. I love and hate kissed me |
we wept in a small closet upon the second floor
of the house i was born. Oh, love! Oh hate!
How to feel different. When my tears fall
upon the wooden floor of my room.
Dear, love. How I never knew you.
Fearing lost from love. Never fearing Death.
I embrace the cold fingers of lost wishing.
The one who never came — false ones did.
And buried me deep. Within my wishes of
tears and dead hope.