I stared at you over the cold winter night,
Years had past and you never wrote
I count the stars and still days goes by-
In my intense writing,my intense waiting
And you came, you close in lifelessly,
After the contigent quake in the land you dreamt,
I laid beside a picture of you,
Taking a beam of your beam delight
In a lifeless picture scaffold.
With such epistle burnish my day,
An ineffectual ink never tap the wooden note
For I wait, until a peek of you seen-
Wondering if you left me behind
In mthe midst of solitary I dismissed whilst.
Promise-for you to linger me.
Done hush-hush prose, in you I bliss
In my mind, I cherish your inner madness
For someday, you'll be on my side.
In intervening promises, we made-
Lost, gone and ceased to exist
I had waite and paused no longer.
And our dreams shattered-
Smashed by my insanity of-
Leaving your volivion and in the end-
A lifeless body-come into sight!