You are painted in my soul’s existence,
sewing infinite memories on my skin.
Bound by the chaotic monochrome world,
It’s like you committed a sin.
My subconscious gravitates towards you.
A magnet of infinite love,
like a withered anemone you
brought back alive just enough.
I drink the confounding fate that drips,
and cry the frosted love
out of shattered irises.
While I remain a crooked shell
that will eventually disappear
and all that will be left behind
are scars of dark clouds in between
specks of sand falling like tears…