I never trusted the phone call
A lost tempest, a heartbroken forest
And a wild colorless wave crossed betwixt the call and my realization.
A disturbed, lost and unknown tempest left a scar
To let me realize your emptiness.
A heartbroken forest un-drenched for ages
But grief stuck tall bamboo trees
Rub between them to weep and drench
The Bermuda grass, to let me sense you are not close.
A wild disturbed wave sinks
The newly carved house, yet dried are my lips
And colorless eyes to knock my heart
Which says you are not to be touched.
I still do not trust the phone call.
A lost tempest, a heartbroken forest
And a wild colorless wave crossed betwixt the call and my realization.
A disturbed, lost and unknown tempest left a scar
To let me realize your emptiness.
A heartbroken forest un-drenched for ages
But grief stuck tall bamboo trees
Rub between them to weep and drench
The Bermuda grass, to let me sense you are not close.
A wild disturbed wave sinks
The newly carved house, yet dried are my lips
And colorless eyes to knock my heart
Which says you are not to be touched.
I still do not trust the phone call.
