I stopped listening to the pretty voice
of his silent emotions ,
from where his broken heart wanting to enter
another side of its loving,but always sad eyes.
The pleasure and the pain ,
so boundless ,
but never clear enough
to assure you
that long forgotten is near
and that you’ll never wholly know it.
You gave your heart
as it was a tear wiped away .
Your ears heard mixture endings
of the lonesome dreams .
I stopped marching trough them,
and wave colorful clouds over it.
The depth of the ocean
wishes to rob untouchable stones
of the misery ,
wearing your burden in it so well.
I stopped imagining love
that vanished in a talented artist muse.
What ones heart can endure
I already have.
What life gives willingly
I’ll only take.