There are so many things i wish to tell you
Moments when my heart seeks a way
to penetrate your shiny sphere
a globe where you sit in the middle
a queen bee in your hive
all the sounds lose their harshness when i hear you
complaining about almost everything
complaining about your life
and in the end, always,
on and on
like a stream
going faster and faster
thorns bloom from the corners of your smile.
And then you stop.
You had a tough life, you say
you are entitled to make me burn
like a slowly dying ember
Then, comes the rain
washing away the tears i hold
all this time inside me smiling, pretending i don't mind.
Your sea and the sea in me
The tide rises and falls
and i am washed out upon your shore
and you save me again.
i become Friday.
Stranded upon the island of your love,