Poems from Ketta
I met you on a rainy day as I stood alone,
the little left of a bitter soul stretched
before the world, so bare and cold.
And then you...
About a billion thoughts
jumbled in my head.
One for this, one for that
and most of all for you.
Do we do that, do we do this?
Do we stop...
Your signals as mixed as the artist's palate
after the masterpiece he never managed to finish.
Your words as cryptic as the Minotaur’s...
Your words are like rain-drops,
drip-dripping on my soul...
reminding me of the gentleness of the world
when mine is so chaotic, silent and...
Ask me, love, why I love you.
Ask me, and I try my best to answer,
but in truth, I couldn't tell you now.
I say I don't know when others...