Bury deep the image

  Dear, I wonder if I may ask to enter your
heart? Even take a photo to glance at, every once
in a while. Close my eyes with the
snapshot burned and buried deep within
my mind, my memory. I hope to carry
it deep within my cells.

  Ah how I cry when I see the distance
we both push between us. To be able
to say yes to uncertainities. To laugh at
how idiotic we have been playing a game.

  How fragile we all are. Crushed, dyed
hearts. Sweet then bitter. Not wanting to
be taken as a fool once again.

   Be an opportunity knocking
        not a dying leaf, crumbling.