….
what am I to you?
say it darling
to me you are an ocean blue
you know when you cry
I cry too
what am I to you?
say it darling
I’d give my last breath for you
because I love you
what am I to you?
say it darling
when I look at you
I know I want to grow old with you
say it darling
and be true
what am I to you?
….
I fly fly up to the sky
fly there where you can see
just small dots from the sky
rock giants that rise
wandering blue snakes
endless fields of gold
and green velvet carpets
spreads my wings wide
and glide
glide with closed joyful eyes
until freezing north wind
paralyses the flight
spins and turns all the way down
crashes me to the ground
looking up to fluffy blue sky
tear runs down my eye
wondering will I ever really fly
….
….
I called the moon
asked the stars
begged the sun
to tell me
what kind of life it would be
if there is no you and me
the moon would never rise again
the stars would never shine again
and the sun would be mercilessly
it rays would dry out the land
so no man could ever lay foot
on it again
Darling the mountain that we climb
may seem that is not ment to be
but at the end you will see
the view is perfect just with me
…..
silence
engines are down
no fuel
no energy left
battles are lost
walls going up again
brick by brick
tear by tear
to protect what is left
foundations of fortress
before winds of north
find it way to sneak in
and turn this heart
to be cold as ice
and hard like steel
again
silence
….
In a blink of an eye
so many things die
there is no time to say goodbye
just bee fly on a blue sky
only sound is deep sigh
we are too shocked to cry
no we are not shy
just angry on a bad guy
that is so sly
and we can’t deny
there is no water for bonsai
empty fields of rye
no dreams in child’s eye
future now is dry
some just drop by
leave eternal why
why I
photo credit: national geographic
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the night is over
waiting for those sparkly eyes to show up
I know you are hungry
your fangs need to pierce my skin
they need to bite in
and tear
my flesh from bones
and feel
intoxicating sweet blood
running down your throat
fear panic urge to survive
all is gone
emptiness helplessness surrender
you are fed
but I know you will come back
to gnaw the rest of it
and to get
the only thing that left
my poorly beating heart
….
I was such a fool believing
that I can make you mine
I was such a fool believing
that when I reach out my hand
you will long for mine
I was such a fool believing
that if I offer you a shelter
that you will be happy to stay
I was such a fool believing
that my fruits tastes better
than in neighbour’s garden
I was such a fool believing
that my love for you
will be simply enough
….
(photo credit : wikipedija)