stay with me. yet hide somewhere far
far away.
as if you never knew
what I search for
in those twinkling infinities.

talk to me. yet bury the words
deep. deep into your eyes
as if you never learnt
the art of inking
the letters, i could read.

tell me no lies. yet lie to me.
as if you never knew
what I hate
to admit.

- P. S. Aislinn