Penetrate me with softness
Kisses for good fortune
Curses for the pauper
Love is the stain that washes away or lasts forever
Rather be left half empty because I overflowed
You can't catch this fire with your watery hands
Soon you will be nothing
Neither solid, liquid or vapour
But not me
I have a soul
And it will remain
Even after I disintergrate
It will go where love goes to die
Become a thought
A reminder of what was
Naught will come for you and naught will be
