Touch me not

Touch me not
for i shall sore away
with the winds of north
venture not to hold me
for i intend to flow
all the way from mountains to seas
discover every inch
of earth’s mystery

watch from a distance
for i shall dissipate soon
when our eyes cross
and your breathing does somersault
a mysterious force pulls you across
all in the name of nincompoop heart

Darling remember,
to Touch me not.


Either I have lost interest in the worldly affairs, or I am so f***ing pretty. There is no middle road.

Pit of love.

When we were walking
in the deep pit of love
I never noticed
U were gnawing at my rope up
To fall more deeply in love
As the cliché does.