In a poem written with simple words, twisted meanings.
In a bottle green sweatshirt.
In yesterday's newspaper's folds.
In a skipped heartbeat.
Behind bars of visions. Of dreams.
In the shadows behind a door.
In an old note about love.
In a distant friend.
In a yawn.
A camouflage.
In a flawed reflection.
In a world, where,
I cannot be spotted.
where, I wave for a life jacket,
and, they say - I can get lost.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
In a poem written with simple words, twisted meanings.
In a bottle green sweatshirt.
In yesterday's newspaper's folds.
In a skipped heartbeat.
Behind bars of visions. Of dreams.
In the shadows behind a door.
In an old note about love.
In a distant friend.
In a yawn.
A camouflage.
In a flawed reflection.
In a world, where,
I cannot be spotted.
where, I wave for a life jacket,
and, they say - I can get lost.