Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Your words bring the wind to my ears. 

 When I grow old I will become 

Unrecognizable in front of your feelings.  
Your eyes make the clouds rain 

And snow so easily...

 When I'm dead, 

You'll find me in the dark, 

Buried by your fears. 
 "Yes, you were right", 

It's a phrase you like to hear often, 

But maybe my mistake makes

 You understand my disaster.