My feeling to you
is counting what you have been through
holding a heart made of cotton
protecting it with a spell; mumbling apologies
never less than a thousand.
My feeling to you
is acting like a coward
worrying the journey forward; tortured
but then I realize
it is time to improvise
everything; in life.
As the pain flows
and the love grows
let’s work on it together
fix the mess and blow the fear
no matter when and where
now is all I care.
Truly,
I do love you too.
23 December 2011 / 01:01 am
