Build me a swing Hanging on white webs Of spiders And hide us Away in the clouds from rain. Sounds silly now, But ever since young Age Been rocking forth and back No matter asleep or Awake She's due to Mistake Always lonely. After few years Dressing in black and lying on Tracks Cause she lacks Smiles And never talks about her Future, Past Or dreams, Since her last Memory Grew up a pair of Wings Behind the scenes Of white feather curtains And swings Disappeared like her childhood Lost in a mild Autumn rain.

I'm not sorry Bleed from your heart As lips shiver Yet it's not cold. I will never love you the way you love me Drown your liver In fire And hope it still lingers above the ceiling After the dawn. Cross my heart, I'm still dying Feelings hung themselves up From the stars And the endless breathing Starts once again From c-major and back to the e-minor chord Repeating. Your words now - a black hole In my ears and today On the moon I, alone Live in a private world For overthinkers. You send me your tears in a box With no address of return For feelings of love. Don't get me wrong It's pretty, but I already told you before That I'm not sorry And I will love you not Forever. Period.

a new friend

Throwback Poetry from 2013