A heart in a underworld

Floaty waterfall,
Subterranean cloud.
My soul goes for a walk
When I look at the mirror.

My heart weeps.
It stands aside.

It’s a storm in a gigantic teacup.

To talk of love is cheap.
It’s small talk,
I don’t wish to be a talkative.

If leaves fall down,
If there are arrows in my direction,
No matter.
There are floaty waterfalls,
And subterranean clouds.