and it hurts
and you know I'm a fool
who will still trace your shadow with my shoe
one of me thinks less of you
another one wants all of you
a third one weeps
and the fourth me keeps me away from you
even though
all of me
just wants to
trace your shadow with my shoe
behind my sheets and tears I
see your horizon
all of me pressed on the tought of you
but what I see is just a symbol
a ghost for my hand
it goes right through
through
those beauty brown eyes
like the one winged angel
spiraling through the skies
dancing in the wind
that familiar scent
of smoke
but now Im drunk of my toughts
and afraid
wishing all the lights would go away
whats the point of writing poems.
if they never even near you?
the shape of your head
the curves of your back
the mess of your hair
I cherish every memory of You
with care
the wrinkle of your smile
shine bright still
my star in the skie
I will hide behind the mirrors
just to sleep in your tender shadow
I will lay there still
Where no one bothers me, at all
