April

It was late April,
I was walking,
The leaves had turned yellow,
As I passed by,
I saw her,
I felt my lips slowly touching hers,
But stopped myself,
Feeling a little shy,
I offered her my lipstick,
Her lips were very dry....

Murder

Kill the lover,
At the stopover,
Forever,
In the night sky,
Do I see you,
You weren't faithful,
I cried a bucketful,
You beat me with belts,
Not a place without a scar,
Painted me with your knuckles,
Do you hear,
I killed you unabashedly,
Dropping a single tear,
Among stars are you,
Would be you, I knew,
But my heart is'nt paining,
With a guilt I don't feel ,
If you had to betray,
You ought to have your pay.