Broken Conversations

Behind the mask of happiness

Only darkness exists

The salt in my eyes

Is sugar to your heart

The lips of my words speak in broken grammar

Your hair is the Christmas tree

Of the dark world

The fingers of my guitar are out of tune

Your laughter is the original soundtrack

Of coming spring

The blackness of my heart is snow-covered

Since you kissed me

A dull knife is a metaphor of our love-making

Forgetfulness is a delusion of nothingness

Freedom is a bird without the nest

Love is madness of heart over mind