I call it new

Just like you see my face
smiling
I can feel my heart
almost melting
from whatever
stays behind
Our eyes.

And the walls
Would never fall
Because I build them with
the strength I try to have
when seeing her sad
when crying out bad.

Well, the sheets
would meet our skin
our bruises
our life.

The palm of my hand
Fills the empty space
from her waist
perfectly.

I just hope that
her lips
belong to mine.