Nimicuri

So it’s May again, time never seems to forgive and hiding gets us tired once we come to an age. Life pulled us back each time we crossed the boundaries and gave us a deadline every time we've drawn in lust. We used to say “you have to be over 18 to live like you’ll die.” What a lie! Remember how hard we tried to keep it real? Working day and night to build some dreams, we thought ”You have to be rich to be mad ” That is just sad! Did we won anything when we lost it all? Our fragile world crushed before our eyes and divided without being aware in me and you. It’s May again and time doesn’t seem to forgive it, if it’s not much trouble to ask, come visit! 

I followed you barefooted without questioning it down by the narrow road paved with promises, I was the insignificant other but matter somehow when each day you went running and begged for me each night, I listened and cured every sorrow you had By drawing them carefully in the palm of my hand, I walked in the bad company of my demons a long road, leaving no broken hearts, not even a  lit cigarette, not being slowed. I hated you sometimes for walking too fast and leaving me behind But never wiped you off my skin, out of my mind.

It's always a matter of opinion the color of my lover's eyes. Either they're blue or green they always seem to blow my mind, in them I find the endless seas under the august sky, the green grass and the memories lost in the back yard where we lie from the beginning of the spring until the end of summer. A peaceful me is who i see in the eyes of my lover.