
Letter to an ex lover…
I am nothing but a keeper of your vanity
The door to your forgotten history
I am that broken window pane
When you tried to escape from your piercing reality
I am your mirror the reflection of your broken smile
I am nothing but your conscience
Your painful karma for every pack of lies
I am nothing but your nuisance
It is my voice you’ll never hear again
As I disconnected all lines that bridge our thoughts
I am nothing but your sorrowful dream
My tears are no longer the same
For I have unlade all sadness and
Removed all traces of our yesterdays
I am nothing but a wandering soul
I bleed to rinse off decayed compassion
Setting my heart free of you completely
For you left without a note
Not a word to give me hope
I am nothing to you but
A memory of what love ought to be
~quirky~
Year 2012
