no residue of the future
don’t know what to say
the contours of words
bear enough ambiguity
mama and papa have moved
their battle inside
my anemia
a reversible memory, you
you’re not a battlefield
with poppies
the blues had just hit the road
to the city
while you were busy to be born
in the quietness of fields
this desire today
with silver teeth
shouted at me in the street:
“you belong to him”
it’s something
to have learned
how to deconstruct
the power of love
it’s a different matter
by your side
in the depths of whispers
in the cage of time
you’re not a dehydrated dream
of my unshed skin
I so elegantly raging
keep up with this desire
my life needs a soul
not to play cards
past present future
heavy in my arms
undiscernable
I am a sentimental girl &
I am afraid of you
of the darkness of sleep
of the blue annihilation
of truth
let me tremble a bit
let me taste some light today
I am round enough
I am round enough.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
no residue of the future
don’t know what to say
the contours of words
bear enough ambiguity
mama and papa have moved
their battle inside
my anemia
a reversible memory, you
you’re not a battlefield
with poppies
the blues had just hit the road
to the city
while you were busy to be born
in the quietness of fields
this desire today
with silver teeth
shouted at me in the street:
“you belong to him”
it’s something
to have learned
how to deconstruct
the power of love
it’s a different matter
by your side
in the depths of whispers
in the cage of time
you’re not a dehydrated dream
of my unshed skin
I so elegantly raging
keep up with this desire
my life needs a soul
not to play cards
past present future
heavy in my arms
undiscernable
I am a sentimental girl &
I am afraid of you
of the darkness of sleep
of the blue annihilation
of truth
let me tremble a bit
let me taste some light today
I am round enough
I am round enough.
