jueves, 5 de octubre de 2017

Incinerate

Part II.


-¨It's true, you must be prepared when the moment arrives you¨ -

Sitting by the window, the birds are flying
with the breeze on they face: pure happiness
they don't run away.

Should we hold on to love when it hurts?
Life hurts, it's like a tiny pain, pulsating
Would you run away from life?
Or is slipping away?

Everything happens, and is transmuted
You are a passenger: traveling wide open

jumping with your covered eyes,
again and again
reaching vacuum.

How did we meet ourselves?
fulls of life
burning us
couldn't stay our hands away
and living in that gaze of yours

How did we find ourselves so far apart?
dreamed of you, like always dream: my curse.

It's funny how love fades
you look at it and it doesn't burn you
Now it's: incinerated. M


Incinerate

Part I.

-¨Things are rarely what they seem¨-

Came to calm,
I felt the assemble of his despite with mine
He with his gaze waiting for me.
Now I hope he
don't die in the ephemeral of life. M