by Costin Tuculescu Do I wear a face that smiles too much? Is my voice just an empty call? Do I seem like I'm to cold to touch- Do you think that if I held you I'd let you fall?! Is my tone of question way to harsh- Is my fist all that stands out- In a dreary face I stand up straight, and I wonder what I've found! All I see is tomorrow, Before I can say goodbye. All the pleasure in the world deny me, Like I'm denied to be. I sent a heart with strawberry kisses, to my luscious valentine. A fiery shade becomes her shadow, and I spit on her remains! I taste the bitter flavor of roses, despite their color so sweet, thorned stems impale the wonderer, and blood gushes all over me.