Untiled # 1

Makes me angry
To like you too much.
It is like to desire
to make love in the
moon.
Because I found a star
in your front
I felt fearless of
death.
I gave chance to the
moment;
and dressed up the time
of the imagined fantasies.
These as the moment
had passed,and all
that occurred is vanished
as star dust in the space.
It meant to smile a little
and meet your skin.
It meant to say good bye.