You are the love who stole me for that while –
hidden in the sheets of your love, hoping for questions.
Browner eyes grew concerning voices with a wrath.
You remain to be the paradox who leads me in that path –
hidden in the crumbles of your foundations, dying for answers.
Bluer eyes convulsing with an envy.
You distantly become the one –
the one I love, senselessly.
Amy.M 17. 25/01/2012