I AM the depress thought in your heart.
I WONDER if you would ever forgive her.
I HEAR the rain drops and thunder smacking the glass window in your room.
I SEE the lonely ballroom filled with rocks, hitting the walls.
I WANT the window to start getting its pieces togethere so that the thunder will become as the singing birds in the spring.
I AM the depress thought in your heart.
I PRETEND i was not there so that my heart will not freeze.
I FEEL broken glass in my eyes.
I TOUCH the sky with your long curves smelling like roses.
I WORRY that the wall between us would break like shivering metal.
I CRY for your red soft lips like the white rose.
I AM the drepress thought in your heart.
I UNDERSTAND that your distances is just like getting into fire.
I SAY that nothing is real like cartoons in the TV.
