13/04/2013

Friday Poetry: round bed of rain and flowers

don't look behind
don't sleep whole night
she'll never notice
she is blind
don't close your eyes
don't listen to those guys
they'll never tell you
what you want to know

and if you want the reason
why season goes by season
the answer everywhere
where's you would like to dare

to know the sense
inside my chest your hands
that something what is keeping
my old fence
for you to grow
the rose that blooming in your soul
for everyone who needs a bit of salt

and if you need a proof
i'll save it on your roof
i'll stay a while to meet my dear
without doubt's and with no fear