I’ve printed all my words
Thoughts from before
All my words somewhat forgotten long time ago
Thoughts from before
All my words somewhat forgotten long time ago
…
She’s reminding me about the stars and the sparks
To look inside my mind, my fragile hands
She’s helping me to resume from where I left behind
On hold, all the words clogging my blood
To look inside my mind, my fragile hands
She’s helping me to resume from where I left behind
On hold, all the words clogging my blood
…
I’ve printed all free verses from before
All papers covering her bedroom floor
All words in white background all over the ground
…
A bunch of sparks and dreams in my heart’s pocket
I used to feel like her, in spite of my fragile nature
She’s reminding me what kisses are for
all kisses unclogging my blood
…
Five hundred and seventeen sheets of white paper
All the poems carelessly disarreyed
Yesterday I’ve left her all my words on the floor
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