This was not enough this day
It may will be next time
But in the chaos of my imagination
Your voice sounded full of holes
My thoughts reflect some dim words of you
I try repeat the lines you told me
But uncritically I let my own will rule
And let your sharp truth fade
For a while
I can imagine you are worn-out
And exhausted of telling me over again
But also am I
When you’ve got your own fancy mood
Deep in my heart
And I know in yours too
..I wish we could fly hand in hand..
And end all our foolishness
To a moorage where bodies and souls
Would match normally
*This is for me to not be jealous
Of your pretty face
This is for you to not see my sweetness
While it blinds your own*