Take my cold hand, press your gentle lips close
Glimpse into dark hazed eyes, and send your kiss close.
A content of conversation, whisper between each others ears
A lust of lullaby’s is a story of true requiem.
Laying close, cold air hangs in thin lines.
Yet warmth binds between
A trickle of thoughts pour, your eyes are telling.
Lips locked in, but still staring, can’t help holding closer.
My mind is grafting serrated wire carving skin,
Each tune ties my heart closer, yet distance lays between us.
I try harder, remember owes difficulty to see such a white face.
Voice spoken, tears even deeper of each dosage of lies, she abstractly loved me,
She was there for every minute, mended the “broken toy heart”
Kissing closer and closer
An attempt to hold your hand…
As I know failure always allures me, and each note deceives me.
Remember I love you, even if I can’t remember you.