Mistakes between the sheets
Crumpled bed, the aftermath
Nothing got through the barrier of mind
An empty stadium after the match
Room reeks of spent passion
Walls seem to close in
No image captured in the camera of mind
Only a strange regret for giving in
In search of human warmth
Burned bright when bodies met
Mind remained frozen
Like unperturbed Siberian lake
Another line in the list of mistakes
Mind heavier with another regret
Moving on, in search of something new
Quest is on day and night
Perhaps someday I shall find You
The You, who puncture my dreams
The You, who let the world to see Me
The You, who makes me want to go on
The You, whose search I can never abandon