perched on the precipice
of uncut emotions
the delicate yearning never stops
the petals may bloom
rivulets may fall into the river
but the blues will not leave me alone
such a hopeless case
however much I might do
the Satan of bad words follow me always
that tiny bit of positive energy
is the umbrella that keeps me safe
from the sharpness of your clownish tongue
"why should I accept the negative?
why should you even offer it?"