No Perfect Stranger
2011-02-22 @ 18:17:16
What is the first thing that pops into my mind
When I'm looking on a white piece of paper?
...That I don't have such an imagination as I would like to have.
Clear my mind. There's a progress to follow
After silence at the bay of my distant thoughts.
I am dragging my sense of primacy among the tall.
My eyes became red bullets that break out the trees
and leave no leaves
for them to fall.
There will be no secret walks,
no secret glance, no calls.
Plough the fields of treason, of sadness
And the grass will remain unmowed.
In your heart there is dagger that pricks your chest everytime it pounds.
When I'm looking on a white piece of paper?
...That I don't have such an imagination as I would like to have.
Clear my mind. There's a progress to follow
After silence at the bay of my distant thoughts.
I am dragging my sense of primacy among the tall.
My eyes became red bullets that break out the trees
and leave no leaves
for them to fall.
There will be no secret walks,
no secret glance, no calls.
Plough the fields of treason, of sadness
And the grass will remain unmowed.
In your heart there is dagger that pricks your chest everytime it pounds.