● The CHAOS ●
She didn't want to see him,
Though she wished she could see him more often.
But , the more he wandered around her,
She could find a kind of disturbance in her soul,
Or maybe it was all in her mind ,
Which she couldn't manage or maybe didn't want to.
He was everything what she looked for
But didn't want to acknowledge it.
He was a myth, she was living up to.
He was a CHAOS.
She wrote him into words, poetries
Or sketched him onto the blank papers,
Sometimes in her diaries
Or often in her mind,
But, he was unaware,
Or maybe he knew
But didn't want to know deeper...