Soft caresses meant nothing more,
Even as I stand by my own,
I am still fragile,
Like a broken porcelain doll.

I could not take another blow of heartbreak,
Another attack of disappointment,
I have neither shield nor mask,
As you took away my true heart.

I hoped that the story will stop unrevealing,
Letting only laughter stopped in space,
Locked by those old times,
When there seemed to be no ending.

Passing blurry objects,
They started to clear up,
When the glinting liquid slid down my face,
Leaving not a trace.

Dreams,
Would kill when you wake up,
But there is no choice,
As you cannot retreat or go further.

With ashes or pretty dead flowers,
Even when the love falters,
I shall cherish the far away moments,
And try to remember your silhouette,
Facing only the window…