Mar 09, 2014 16:04
your memory on a day of rest
after a night of dancing on the caribbean
lost in the bodies
self conscious of my lack of freedom from my body
and I remember
I am flying
riding on the sunset
everything is new
filled with your memory
Daudet
lorsque je vivais loin de vous
toujours triste , toujours en larmes
as I write it has almost been a year
I have made roads to see you again
from you
only silence
The heart of the woman that loves
hopes
abandoned
worth a try
I am naked
I am moving
I am waiting for you to remember
I am calling
Deep is the night
I am still calling you
our last dance
spinning in your arms
romance potent
or so i thought
you
blowing kisses as you wave goodbye
it is always a goodbye
in my fairytale
where love is quick
and I am lost between dreams of art
where do i truly belong
who will love me now?
My art has made me alive
my art has made me lonely
away
alone
yet alive.