XXLove letters

 

 

 

 

When white begin the game and lose it,

 

I don’t throw a tantrum,

Don’t blame Christmas depression,

For my negative state of mind,

I don’t want to depend on you and rain drops,

You erased from my heart the brightest sunshine,

Soaking up indifferent someone,

Sooner or later love will finally rot,

 

Love is a pullover,

We knit it together,

Now it’s frayed and full of holes,

Holes are always holes,

It doesn’t matter,

They might be made by bullets,

They might be made by moths, 

 

That’s why I am here,

Forgotten, forgetting, tired,

But never deprived of hope,

My love is in me,

It won’t disappear,

It will never be a flop,

 

Love shouldn’t be tied to objects,

Love is the feeling I generate,

Objects are destined to change,

They are excuses for love existence,

They make us happy,

They make us cry,

They are evidence of grief, crime and hate,

 

A man came and stood in the doorway,

He was too gorgeous for words,

I doubted that he was human,

He shunned everybody,

Hiding sunlight behind his back,

He didn’t come inside,

This is exactly how I saw a halo over his head,

 

How he’s gone,

Love is about nobody,

There is only me and love,

I’m half-divine,

Love is half-human,

You are a chess player,

We are two truths in the whole wild world of lie.