I don’t want to steal Pieces of your time Like a dirty thief Keeping what she does not deserve. I want you to give them up Willingly, packaged with A smile and that laugh. I want what I can’t have. Your time is precious, gold, Priceless.  Me?  Worthless. They would only turn to coal In…


No sun, no light, no gold- No colour except black And the unclouded mould Of sky; plain, thin, old, Marbled with glassy droplets; Crystals unfold, But I remain empty, transparent, Nothing, so cold, My life a soul already sold.