"My thatched hut"
You came in like the autumn winds,
With vibrant and beguiling love, as I thought it would be.
Layer by layer you blew my roof off my small thatched hut
Blowing it across the river,
Scattering it around in mud puddles.
Still the foolish me, wants to breathe in your memories,
On days when I should be productive and working, but remembering you.
The weak walls of my small world are left shattered,
Hoping you would mend it, just like in my dreams.
But is this what gives you your satisfaction?
Leaving me alone on my sleepless nights?
I sit here on this muddy ground, watching my broken small hut,
Collecting grass and sticks for it...