Major love shipwreck. Incapacity to trust, a firm consequence.
Full moon view delay. Cumulus clouds sabotage. Clear jealousy case.
A red rose in bloom. I pick a petal for you. The wind carries it.
My thoughts perturbed by merciless hurricane winds that you dare call love.
Still trying to heal these arrow wounds from Cupid, bleeding with your name.
Fuck the ‘mal de vivre’ that your mind tries to embrace. Choose to be happy.
It’s not writer’s block. Maybe writer’s depression. Similar bullshit.
Warriors of love, The words in my love letter, Conquering your heart.
Disregarded love, Lost in the passage of time Never to be found.