Suitecase Suite #15

I am a broken vessel 

that can not 

hold

the water of

your 

e

m

o

t

i

o

n

s

.

I am a bird of clay

without wings

without voice.

Your sound 
awakens

vice.

Black 

is the cloud

that envelopes me.

Cold is the air I breathe.

I am a broken vessel 

that can not 

hold

the depth of

your 

e

m

o

t

i

o

n

s

Tu m'