When the breeze ruffles my hair,
and my tears are mistaken for the rain;
My eyes, empty sockets filled with despair.
A love poem for the dead upon a gravestone.
A petrified inscription which did not reach,
Emerald eyes, which kidnapped my peace,
For the pale moonlight and the dead see.
The proximity of your perfume steals my breath
Demons shine and grow, ectoplasm of a ghost
and kisses torture, tease and play with me;
misfortune, a bad day, a broken heart.
I will continue in my world of defeats
crying silently and in the end,
I shall resign myself and smile on,
I shall be only memories of the notes.
Fine melody you sang to me, as a sirens call.
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