Your messed hair
have stories to tell
your decorated nose
and your little desire to Be
An intense pain
that never goes out
a intense love
that never you'll spend out
Perhaps are you a God signal?
Because the words you say
in a quick time
can revived me from the dead
Your eyes just opened
the smoothness of the bed
my poor decorum in the moment
Your designer hugs
ignited a flame
I think was love