I wave up a white flag at you
while you raise your red.
I keep all bruises 
after everything’s been said.
I choose this case to put to rest
than to kill us proving who meant best.

I love you in beds of sunflower,
tulips and rose;
and even see you 
through spears of silence,
longing and prose.

I’m counting the days,
crossing the dates,
praying this be over.
And once pages burn,
worries must heal
Soon, we’ll get better.

I drown seven times I get sad
so I fall oblivious to pitch of loosing strands
I will save us when it gets mad
even when I sway senselessly
I must be just missing you so bad.