When I

When I write your name

The pen in my hand turns into a flower

It sheds ink through it's red eyelids

It tastes sour

When I underline your name

Sea water drips from the line

The water is black and hot

But It tastes like wine

And when I circle your name

White pigeons fly above higher

And just like a flame

My rubber goes on fire

Gray clouds dance above

When I cross your name

Is it because of hate or lo**

That it suddenly starts to rain?

And when I throw the paper in my bin

Spring flowers sprouts

They look at me like I've made a sin

And they start to pout

And when I shred the paper

The pieces turns into broken glass

How can a lo** like this

Ever lasts?...!