autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

You took my wings
And burned them
In dirt they melt
And the sweet scent

Of my hopes flies
Away with wind
You drink my blood
My hearth gets flat

And you have seeds
Of elastic branches
With your kisses
Everything which misses
I seal with them
Make me beg
For freedom of love
Blind me with scarf

And play those games
You always do
And put your strings
On my bare feet
I hear you breathe
And your seeds
Are spoiling my soul
I'm nothing but ghoul

You touch my skin
But i nomore feel
Flown away wrapped
All branches crept
From down to my head
And i got mad
Imprizoned and blind
In your sick mind

napísanísané:: 1.2.2007

prečítalo:: 1094 ludí