Saturday, November 10, 2012


If I cry, will my tears fall out as diamonds?
Like that Japanese fish princess
in that story you once told me..
Will it fall out as blood?
Like from that dead ghost girl
you speak about, everytime-
you want me to cling to you when we walk..

Now only footsteps follow me,
footsteps that belongs to no one,
footsteps that once perhaps
belonged to you...
And in my tears
there is only salt and water,
Only silences and pauses,
No stories, no diamonds, no blood..

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