Grave of Flowers

Please tell me, 

there is something, 

that is better than this.

Please tell me that we are more than just a goodbye kiss.

And with the disconnected winds,

I feel disconnected with the rest.

I’m in my tip top shape,

even though I’m having a mid life crisis.

Blowing out smoke,

in the thick of an iris.

But I guess it’s better than the rest.

Late night talks. 

Late night talks. 

I feel disconnected like the rest.

I feel connected to the beating in my chest.

I feel like appealing to the best.

I feel reassured and even more less.

I feel sure I can’t stand the test.

I feel like I’m appealing to the best. 

They told me that this is something to see.

Even though I feel discounted to the disconnected winter winds,

but I feel better than the rest.

Hungry eyes, 

in the midst of your iris.

I feel like I’m swallowed whole,

but I guess I’m better off than the rest.

Remember me.