Thursday, 14 May 2015


 
Down The Road

 

 

No Date, 

 

 

Do you know what place feelings go,

When they decide to go away,

They immigrate to a wonderful country,

You  won’t find it on the map,       

It isn’t far from here,

It’s where two paths cross,

The rocky path of life and the even path of death,

 

Feelings are like water,

They are warm water in the bathtub,

Love is a slow trickle,

It flows somewhere,

I don’t want to stop it,

I am disintegrating in warmth,

My dreams will become white in red,

 

Till all pills of the world were useless,

Till all words of the world were the same,

All colors were blue, green and ancient,

I truly enjoyed them,

But now water gets cold,

Bury me near the remains of my joy,

I won’t rise against my deadly hate,

 

I close my eyes,

I stop thinking,

I get used to living,

On the planet of common people,

They disguise vulgar dreams,

My body is lying,

My heart has been lying,

It has no love in it,

 

The heart is in pain,

It pains as if it pretended,

It is a big wonder at the corner of my small heart,

What a terrible place to visit,

One day you’ll understand me,

                                Here every cut is deeper,      

At the edge of your loving mind.


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