poeme

you helped me find what i have lost,
things i never thought i would find.
the things i lost in the war,
i found them in your eyes.



never thought i could feel this feeling again,
that lost loving that i lost; now i've found.
your words don't say anything much,
but your eyes stare deep into my eyes.



even your ugly is beauty to me,
and the smell of your sweat wakes me up.
while i die slowly in your arms,
your poison erase all my demons past.


Revival