tiistai 29. syyskuuta 2015

Pain is a pleasure too long a journey

My love for you, it does not
not so light that
it could suddenly pass out
to rise up in smoke.
A piece you own
my heart,
no one else does it
can be prevented. Pain and pleasure
they pass away
distinct journey.
How what can I
continues today with this
the trip because I am
as Judas will disown
myself, my love for you?
How ever could you
no longer trust me?
Someone floated a piece of me
throat, it requires
all the time to me to recognize the
my love for you.
Yet every single morning
I wake up like a boomerang
spiral, I do about this
anything I do.
It grate inside, burn,
and much sting.

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