The door you exit
I hate it

Blackest of the black
Darkest of the dark
just pale shades of our love

What could be the loneliest place in the work?
With the righteous crowd to prove you wrong.

You thought I was in the work
Really I was in my childhood
Not to let me out - ever
Except my bosses permission

I see why I can not sustain love
I lack love handles

Sand, grovel and dirt - not worth of a wooden penny
A sound of your loved one walking on
sand, grovel or dirt is worth of whole world

Love, the four letter word for everlasting respect
Respect, the six letter word for everlasting love