mercredi 8 janvier 2014



Sadly so, people come and go,
life is cruel sometimes,
just another shot at your heart,
a flower is gone too soon.

Stilled in silence, i am unable to understand
which way goes my world,
words are made of confession,
thoughts selfishly thrown at one's another face.

Deeply so, it goes wild and uncaring,
quantified and limited in time,
search for the ultimate,
an expected end of pleasure.

This is not that i am gentle or naive,
this is not a demand for the impossible,
this is not a desire expressed for free,
a flower is gone too soon.

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