Your eyes
Poring over my page
Crossing out a bloodstained sonnet
Ballpoint bullet
Four lines
Growing from the heartbreak
Tearing down the idol you made
Sorry, too late
Feeling it is hard to find
When your heart it cannot be with mine
Did you climb just to cut the vines?
Arrow
Quiver in the forest
Standing from the timber palace
Hollow-hearted
Callous
Resting on my high brow
Covering your violet eyelids
Locked inside it
Feeling it is hard to find
When your heart it cannot be with mine
Did you climb just to cut the vines?
Feeling it is hard to find
When your heart it cannot be with mine
Did you climb just to cut the vines?
