Friday, 18 March 2011

she stabbed me..

She stabbed me, her eyes already apologizing, I did not require an explanation,
I wondered if My life would start flashing in front of my eyes, I'd hate that,
I want to see her until I die.

her hand starts shaking, I take it away from the knife,
it's quite amazing that love can humanly exist, destroying all that nature dictates,
refuting all survival instincts with a walk under summer rain or an enchaining smile once upon a classroom.

I feel lightheaded. she cries, her eyes change when she does that,
I love her tears, they make her look like a brand new doll.
She wants to explain, but I already feel like it's been three years since I've slept.

Malek EƤrendil Shaker