they fall like ashes on a smokey terrain,
covering the ground in a grey so unmistakable.
they fall as they see fit,
leaving my eyes unprotected.
weak hands,
we are both here.
locked in a whirlwind of what we cant and wont say :
i am content and unheard,
i am a mound of emotions.
i am sufficient and light,
i am the breeze that cools you while you sleep.
you dont have to understand a woman.
all you have to do is love her.