Sunday, June 15, 2008

I cannot paint you, my love.
Your calm eyes clashed with the storm in your heart.
Thoughts wrapped alone in the cold, followed the scene
I created; the essence is lost as memories came crashing into
the walls of brown earth and hot kisses going up in smoke.

The colors are smeared, the canvas remained blank and my eyes burnt.


Gina said...


hi Mitz! update ha. =)

mitsuru said...


Oo nga. I just found out that i have some posts that I did not publish pala. ha-ha.

Anyway, I hope to blog as often as I can. :)

Leah said...

Very nice! Lovely, lovely poem. Is it dedicated to someone?

mitsuru said...



haze said...

love the photo and the poem is strikingly wonderful! Did you make it yourself ?

mitsuru said...


paminsan- minsan nagsusulat di. :)

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