The onion grown in your backyard
星期五 九月 11, 2009 3:06 pm
You can have it all,
after my last breath lingers away.
I have nothing to reserve,
my heart once told truth
and love,
tears and lies,
Yes, lies,
now is left open to be cut.
More and more
I say less and less -
Layer and layer of unsaid
lying here wait for you.
Cut, as if I am the only one.
Wear me, as if I am the ring.
I ask for the final close-up.