New Sense.

And my heart starts to ache in my fingertips.

All these lonely thought tug out the threatening sadness.

Dream face to face with me, it only seems losing.

You sing such wonderful hymns, but silence yourself.

You are beautiful to me in every way.

Pain comes to hear you deny such words;

and anger bites my teeth to see your denial.

I am sorry... I must have done it again...

Author's Note

07.01.2014