Dried trees

have you felt the air

brushing your lushy hairs

and the bushes making

noises as they move

we're sitting under dried trees

falling into love

but dried as we came from

dried we'll die from

bring my old flask

i'll throw it away

bring my old past

i'll keep it with me

the birds talking about us

how much we have in common

but one thing was

our love for each other

helpless times

crushed grapes wine

i don't wanna drink

anyway as it makes you

go round and round

makes you spit out

the truth of yours

from the darkest days

we don't see i to i

we see how we can kill

our love from silence

in the old dusty room

where poets used to write

about us when we had

our charm but now

we lost it

we're sitting under dried trees

can you stop taking pictures please

they burn your eternity

and becomes your hardest memories