Sunday, February 7, 2016

...as long as there's tomorrow



Voices roaring somewhere in the forests of the brain, recounting to me stories of presence that should be erased only in the wealth of my melancholy. A lost apple of my eye who needs to return and fit in this flesh, to complete my youth yet again, only to prove me wrong…



And this soul burns in epic flames, asking for beauty when there are no fears around. A familiar touch of lips offering fresh air, power to restore lost faith in desolate grounds. Renewed look protected safe and secure in the high keep of the moans from the past, times where everything else was fading into nonsense, everything but the two of us. A cry to be saved from the nothing I’ve become, meaningless as the thought itself…



This dreamer knows when a dream is over, forevermore… as long as there’s tomorrow, hopes belong to someone else. Looking deep inside this wrinkled heart, I know only too well… there’s no desire, nor drive or any remnant of a feeling left behind… at least not for you…


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