tragedy
a painter, able to paint with lines into pictures me, able to paint with letters into some rhymes you, was able to paint feelings to the word what people called "love" though not anymore in time some goes on, to leave one by one, untill there's nothing behind heart never want to be alone even fact that is still one, itself mind never empty, without you say that "I make tragedy with words" when the reality is just a dream I would ask you, for "give my love back when you're leaving, don't take it" even when the longing is able to come before and after this, So, I would like to say one more thing "I miss you" - yourbear