Your search for love will never end if you keep looking for it.
I search for that line that divides you and me.
If you gather the stones in your heart’s path, you make a home.
The death of a relationship outlives a person.
The echoes of tree trunks casting fluted whispers, as your skin touches mine.
I thought it was his absence that knocked me down. But with him around, peace in pieces, my only fantasy was to run…run and run.
Being stuck in an ordinary day…as indifferent as the love for an ex.
I could write our love story in a leaf, but I was busy admiring the flower.
The death of a relationship sticks to your skin like a drinker and his bottle.
Tiptoeing through each tentative second,
Clear thoughts, shaky hands, dizzy world.
This place seems not so great any more.
Smiles plastered, sharks n teeth,
Friends lost, others a strange mix.
Or you are history.
Yet, you watch your words.
If you are real here,
They’ll give you a label.