his words are bridges
that leads you over the sea
his words are fingers that whisper;
come to me, come to me.
but my bridges lead no one,
arrive nowhere.
lost at sea,
and swallowed up by the breeze.
my words mean nothing.
How could they?
when all that I am
are as noticeable as stars during the day.
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 9:58 PM UTC
his words are bridges
that leads you over the sea
his words are fingers that whisper;
come to me, come to me.
but my bridges lead no one,
arrive nowhere.
lost at sea,
and swallowed up by the breeze.
my words mean nothing.
How could they?
when all that I am
are as noticeable as stars during the day.