They say love begins with a smile
With lips parting
Ours began after a smile and two bodies attacked each other
Flesh on thorns
Flesh torn by thorns
you must have a dead person. It could be either a relative, a friend or a human you can muster up a tear or two for. Perhaps for his dead self, for the youth that never knew the virginity of old age. Or a handsome face undergoing a natural make up. Or for you or a part of you, that you’re sure no longer exist –like your heart.