Poezie
Trusting. Too late
Miriam and Paul
2 min lectură·
Mediu
He comes to me and says with passion
“Good bye, I go to search my luck
You are too mine, I want a fashion
girl who wants from me the blood to suck.
I want to find a real world
where everyone keeps you so tense
And you don’t wait my head to hold
So I’ll have to find a very sense
to run in life, not to get free the soul
of yours, to fight for new, to ruin the old
and to become a mystery”
He stopped! I looked at him and
said: “Go, but you’ll come back here to me
because you’ll need someone in end
to understand and in your heart see”
And he has gone with much desire
to find in world a new whole fire
Maybe believing that time is not
the last when two of us together got
It was so cold when he went out
My arms were very badly shaking
I couldn’t see a thing in chaos
So I seat down a long time sleeping
When I woke up someone was there
My eyes could not so clear see
But my cells felt a human prayer
It was him, so small, looking at me.
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