viernes, 14 de mayo de 2021

MEMORIES ABOUT THE RAIN

A whisper told me very close to my ear ...

Tonight is the same as the other, there ... far ... you in another country not yours

You were in the dark, alone, thinking about him ... silly, too silly ... you were feeding your thoughts dangerously.

You were wrapped in that dark atmosphere ... you could hear the noise from the house ... you were isolated in that room ... that room was your only nest, your only refuge.
Poor you ... dreaming ... wanting his words ... nothing.

Like now ... you can hear the noise out there ... and you're still lonely ... too lonely because you're a fool.
What a laugh you give me, it's barely one in the morning ... you have a long way to go to sleep and die slowly...
You protected from the rain outside but you rot inside...