Little By Little

I thought two unknown hearts can be one Two unknown faces could be familiar Heap, cumulus, hills of freeze love Would melt in the hereafter. Ha! As the day passes, it is eating up all the spaces Bulbs are burning, texts are fading Small things are getting expanded Great things are lost. It is an easy lull to sleep who want Who hate to up, need sleeping pills! We hate to accept simple things And more hate simplest. We love messy life, transient love, deep hurt And dynamic, burning memory. I promised not to write Sorry! I can not keep my words.