An empty castle of yours, with walls made
of yellow leaves
flutters in the wind, under the rain
hopelessly.
Nothing lasts in this world.
I expected you to know this.
An obsession of mine, about the endless you
in my poems
slowly, losing it's bright colour forever, crushed
by my tears.
Nothing lasts in this world.
I never expected this to be true.
Junkyard Of Muses
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-heart-is-free/
