dinsdag 23 oktober 2012
...like a still life...
He found a new life.
The door was never locked.
He did not see the far end
of her attention.
Like a still life.
...She left...
My life there,
freedom as part of it.
You're too bright,
and if someone i want...
you,
want to talk to me...
the best is.. Goodbye
She left.
..she shouted "just like you"...
Unable to see herself,
unaware of her feelings,
she shouted "Just like you!"
"he hates you" a woman said.
...never bother with the past...
As i see it
if he loses, he loses everything.
And don't kid yourself,\
those were mistakes...
I know
never bother with the past..
..it marked the end of a secret life...
The intensity of his unhappiness
was the memory he could have foreseen.
He wished he could call her.
He despised himself,
incapable of speaking to her.
It marked the end of a secret life.
dinsdag 9 oktober 2012
dinsdag 2 oktober 2012
Her love for him, left him
It was to support her,
what else...
Her mauve lips,
a demonstrable mouth,
the mortality of autumn leaves;
sacred Rose.
Her love for him, left him.
False words...
They said,
one can't really use words,
that might get in our way.
False words,
false reactions.
Just more of the same.
Even if the words are still there
whatever it is words do....
So had he
once forgotten his own feelings.
You found yourself again
You found yourself again,
like a shy and newborn child.
Something in the world worth doing,
after all.
She knew....
She knew
she liked him because,
she liked him.
Take him away from her.
He did not think for a whole day,
he kept ringing.
You know...
You're kind
but
accept me the way I am.
I love you
I admit that sometimes
it's too late
You know
you were my lover.
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