I never want your soul again
but I miss you in every poem
with the heart that breathes again
why I still feel hollow in there

Threads of past,I forgive
is it as easy to forget?
I can let it go
do I really want,I don't think so

The blur when my eyes get wet
what I am feeling,I don't know yet
so what my words seek to say,
which seems to be quite again.