It was ruthless. The way you looked at my soul with the feeling of never looking back again. And me. With a careless fear waiting to be tamed, and a silent current of tears I need to lock up. Ruthless the moment I thought you were going to change, and then I realized I can't [...]

Your hands

Your hands carry mystery,  and tears and pain. Your hands carry a lie, I can't retain. Your hands have something of magic and sorrow, their touch is soft but cold as if they kept the look of a scarecrow. Your hands are made of knives, and covered with feathers, they are slippery and restless, and [...]