its the end of a sentence
of a feeling
of being lost
the close
but not the closure
just the period.
but when i couldnt
put a thought to paper
i spill ink on it
then it becomes
a period.
a line.a nonesense
line like stain on a shirt.
like the stain on maria
when u under her skirt.
like righteousness
hypocrites
scrutinize things not
their way
cold righteousness
when
beside my bed i pulled her
foot by mine
and with a cold period she pulled
out.cold heart.
cold dogmatic heart
like those who ended up ball wombed.
like a period a death
then a kiss of last night
this a line.
then time when goodbyed
then a choice not to mistake again.
again.again.like a line.
but still a period.a period
short gap between u and me
that even time cannot end.
memories.a period on it.
