my heart listens to a sad whistle
from a stranger beneath an autumn tree
leaving reds and browns
i am counting the days
happiness
cannot seem to give me a sound.
tears glistens on dry lands
you are far my dear,
remind me no more of the distance.
where i usually lead my self is a place i don't know.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
why?
Why are you showing me your wounds?
you think i have the remedy?
why are you telling me your weaknesses?
i can't make you strong, i won't be generous enough
to give you my strength.
why are you showing your tears?
if i can't make them feel on my cheeks.
why are you staying lonely?
if it won't make you any better.
why are you singing the same song?
there's more i the playlist.
why are you looking at me?
if i show you no mercy.
why do you you want to be heard?
if you know i am deaf.
why am i saying these?
you're not even listening.
you think i have the remedy?
why are you telling me your weaknesses?
i can't make you strong, i won't be generous enough
to give you my strength.
why are you showing your tears?
if i can't make them feel on my cheeks.
why are you staying lonely?
if it won't make you any better.
why are you singing the same song?
there's more i the playlist.
why are you looking at me?
if i show you no mercy.
why do you you want to be heard?
if you know i am deaf.
why am i saying these?
you're not even listening.
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- Cyrella Racemiflora
- once in a while you chance to meet people from the inside universe of their own.