I was in a backlog of thought and no longer knew how pathetic I was trying to find out alone.
Inside, a word was pounding in my head,
And ran to the silence of my mouth to death.
The soul fell into the tribulation that followed,
Lost in the sadness of the senses,
not even loneliness wants to teach me what connects me with the roots under the ground.
Dreams rarely shatter,
but are more likely to be shattered by a person's tears left behind in uncertainty,
I'm frayed because everything except myself pulled on me,
only a sigh escaped from the blurred eternity.
I thought I was disappearing and coming back to you would be dangerous, I knew I would bleed more than I already do.
I hate me more then I once did.
Small things running in my head around, and I went for a walk in the forest,
Then and only then I dream of a beauty I already know.
Never left because I promised to stay,
only my unselfish love for you frees me from earthly liability,
So pull me by your side and a lip service savours us sweetly in the certainty that our silent promises will be enlivened with words.
