I think two are enough
for a single pain
out there it is always dark
inside we keep the silence
nothing in center
nothing more than red islands
me without me
you without you
living in ironic waves
from the beginning to the end
of death
so just let me write
on a tear of angel
a neverending light
...exploring the relationship between [some] men and space
You had enough of me? I often seem to wonder
Sometimes I cry, my face turned to the wall
I know, it’s silly yet I can’t stop but ponder
The little things like: Does he care at all?
I then run to the mirror and turn my lips blood red
I take out the mascara, the blushers and instead
Of trying to forget you...Oh, I am such a fool
I’m rushing to your door-step, breaking another rule.
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