Our existence and ideas are marquee with emptiness!
In place of our love, a home is build in a filed,
Where your soul is dressed in green;
And I stand thinking of word “YIELD”…
Your life was the price of my kiss.
And our existence was predestined with that bargain!
We both heard the applause of the world in that abyss:
“What a price, that was just a drain!”
We thought we can’t talk about bargain…
So we talked about you and me
But do the words you and me have any grace,
When all the other empty words are blown free?? …