What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

I Want Her To Be You

 

I tossed and turned in my bed,

I woke up in a sweat,

Everything always comes to an end,

I was behind the glass,

Behind the glass the street was deserted,

It was a crystal dream like in adventures movies,

I held a pirate sword in my hand,

I waded through jungle thicket,

After I thoroughly hid my merchandise in the shampoo bubbles,

I smuggled cocaine and heroin into the New World,

Soap, shampoo and cleaning devices were  the New World’s villainous products,

I was an invincible villain,

Because I was honest when I talked to myself,

When the world was corrupted,

My mission was over,

I drank a martini with crumbs of ice,

Thinking of nothing else,

I watched the sun,

It immersed in the crowns,

Painted with rosy light, 

It smiled in its sleep and choked,

Everything including evil was waking up,

For a moment I felt calm,

Sleep walking thoughts made me feel dizzy,

I realized one simple fact,

Whatever was carved in the bark of the Tree of Fate,

No matter what,

It couldn’t be changed,

No matter what,

It would happen,

 I looked through the window and saw lilac clouds,

Over not to be trusted esmerald trees,

I suffocated the selfish ‘I want’,

I tried to understand,

I tried to accept her ways and her dreams,

 Recovering from the eclipse,

 I saw the gates wide open,

I saw the world change,

I understood why it happened,

The world understood,

It would lose us forever,

Because we were losing it,

It was the summary of our story,

I knew that we would die,

Holding each other’s hands,

Squeezing emptiness of glory,

All that we had would stay written on our palms,

We would die without being conscious,

Without losing ourselves,

Somewhere and somehow,

Inevitably we would die,

The same time,

The same date,

We would die feeling great,

Trio works good in songs and in movies,

In real life we have to choose,

I prefer abbreviations,

I choose ‘only yours’ love phrase,

I wanted us loving each other,

Like two violent violet kids,

I didn’t want to get lost,

Wandering in her body,

I gave a cliché answer,

‘I’m dying to meet yours’,