Let me hold

It is not fair of me

to expect of you

to take care of me

You carry your own load

heavy

Let me lend you a hand

instead

Paradox

Running, like writing

is effortful,

yet addictive

Out of the door

Loneliness tries to get me

But then I ask why

There is still ground beneath my feet

I am seen by the sun

I am loved by the sky

Back where I came from

Can I get 

a mother on rent

My real mother is too old

to listen to my pains

With whom I can play

With whom I can cry

Who takes me as I am

Doesn't ask why

In whose lap I can hide

In whose lap I can die

Heat

I want you in my arms

nothing between us

keep you warm

Eternal

The rose petal shrinks

A cloud passes by

It’s alright. 

It will bloom again

The sun still shines 

I am the sun

choice

your body your choice

my mind, my choice

my heart, my choice