It used to be a Sunday,
Now it is a Monday,
The colors had changed too,
From orange to green,
The numbers from two to four,
Lost One on the go,
He fled as well,
Now twice the pain,
Soccer ball under the table,
No one there to play with it.

No arranged seats,
On old, gray sofas,
I won't hear your stories,
Your empty seats in every room,
All the things I can't ask you,
Thinking if you wonder too,
On lonely nights when it's so cold,
If she ever loved me too?
I think I was just there to listen,
Murdered by the wisest killer.

Your voice in my head,
Me doing nothing,
And waiting, always late,
When it came to timing,
It doesn't matter now,
As you'll be gone,
And you won't come back,
You don't even love me back,
And it's been too long,
For me to not move on.

But I'll keep the picture,
It's in my drawer,
My friends tell me I'm such a dreamer,
For thinking we'll be fine again,
But I know we'll never meet again,
So I get to hide my secret,
You were such a dear friend,
Your words so sweet,
When I felt so down,
I wish I could've called you mine.

It’s two past midnight and I sit in my orange place,
The tiniest that I call home,
I share a bathroom.
In this little town, it’s not my own
But that is the beauty in it
That I got to share it with you
Even if at times I didn’t even know.
I walked those streets all alone
And I still do
But now in a different way
Since now you are gone
For good
And I can let go
I have to let go
Finally(?)

I won't forget how it started,
Us looking for faith,
Coming from you all the words,
I was too afraid to say,

I won't forget how it went on,
Same old gray couch,
Touching elbows,
Never too close

And it's such jubilation
With flying, pointing arrows,
Late night talks, your hundred tales,
You left me in an empty maze

Sunday church,
The cheat card games,
As I think back now,
It feels unreal

So I drink my tea,
Let You laugh at me,
And on one summer Sunday eve,
I turn around to watch you leave.

Over Your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they

Floated on a glass that was invisible.
Unlike swans,
Having no reflections;

Unlike You,
With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike You

You, there on Your back,
Eyes to the sky.
The spider-man have caught You.

Winding and twining their petty fetters,
Their bribes-
So many silks.

How they hate You.
They conserve in the valley of Your fingers, they are inchworms.
They would have You sleep in their cabinets,

This toe, and that toe, a relic.
Step off!
Step off seven leagues, like those distances

That revolve in Crivelli, untouchable.
Let this eye be an eagle
The shadow of this lip, an abyss.

~ Sylvia Plath

The birds You own,
And the cards You play with,
A ton of lucky choices,
But none to get away with.

You are the prey,
They will haunt You down,
It's their fault,
But it's You who dies.

Never think and never tell,
Dream a dream and make a plan,
Sleep under the starry sky,
Navigation, stars, moonlight.

They will find You,
But don't forgive them,
They will hurt You,
To **** their witness.

Sierra,
Your skies are blue,
Your waters are deep,
Your lies are true,
Your shallows are steep,

Late at night,
I wonder in your place,
In the crowds, you are a familiar face,
A glance at you, I hold my gaze,
You disappear, won't leave no trace,

Sierra,
I've long decided,
I'm making sure we are not divided,
To get a love I never gave,
I stay until your rainbows fade.