100 days

Exactly 100 days,
Exactly 100 days of black roses adorn the walls of the heart
Exactly 100 days of dark ribbon wrapped around a dark door
Exactly 100 days back, with a pale heart.

Apakabar with your heart now?
I hope there is no word tired because now your heart is more directed. You do not have to wander, all you have to do is keep the distance away. Love can not bear to stop by, so give it up. Get rid of your protracted sadness, because your job now throws it away to sea. Save all sadness, disappointment and a series of wet wounds. I want your cheeks flushed again.

Let longing to express yourself, never once in a while you hold him. He can not hold it if he keeps it. He just wanted to hug his now nailing body, and hold his increasingly frozen hands.

Exactly 100 days,
Do not ever consider this to be the end, because this is an endless beginning. Come back to paint, the canvas of memories that are ready for you.