Theme: NoTheme

A Breath

You made the ears to the pages of my heart
while I fixed the shade of your look,
it was then that I understood:
it would have been the last time

"Perhaps it is better like this"
a sentence of circumstance
that it is not suitable
to your manner of speaking
I know what you try to hide
I know that it is not what you want

Castles of papers that collapse
to the whistling wind
and that hisses through the cracks
of my weeping eyes
The smoke of a cigarette to break
the dense attenuate air of tears
and distant thoughts

Yes! It was yesterday that
I knew how to take a breath.

03-Apr-2005

More By  :  Amanush

Views: 1381     Comments: 0


Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.