Midsummer season on my wintry lips,these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.The sunlight of acceptance,the midnight of isolation.Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience,I have the free will to question my fate.This wealth of imagination,and the poverty of my reality.The...

Gaze into my fire.As blinkless as a gaze can be.our first moment,wordless as sleeping lips.Our souls embracedbut bot our lips.Glancing at you,glancing at me.This was a momentbetween our eyes.And with your eyes,you've set my soul ablaze.Was this truly a...

Countdown starts from three...I kid you not. See? A trigger-happy firing squad,this is it for real. We’re caught.Make way for the tears, because without spilling them for years there’s a lot.Just stare into my eyes forcing me to do...

It's the most wonderful thinga hot cup of tea on an autumn afternoon a 'peaceful piano' playlist playing on Spotifya dressing gown to warm me in our cold hometrees outside the window rain falling onto the beautiful earthfrom where our flesh...

Pressure deep in the the abyss of my treacherous soulUnrelenting as if it want to find what little light that leftTender touches or sweet kisses is not in my DNAYet you pushSoftly at first,intensify the pressureI'll swallow  back the...