self-detained

i was looking entirely

for something else,

then, with that weak smile,

he came along.

those strong, droopy eyes

seem to cloud this head of mine,

his voice, calm and controlled,

seem to captivate my very soul,

...then i'm speechless,

musing over a thought that's too wrong.

maybe i'll get by...

...sooner or later,

and forget the phenomenon

that stroke this deceitful heart

or maybe i'll get use to seeing him

felicitous with...

...everything that completes him.

i'll stop singing all the songs that remind me

of that one beautiful creation.


this is enough.

i'll stop spending my nights

tearing down.