"I don't know what to say
But I'm think it's Okay.
I look to the stars
and I see your eyes.
I got a pen,
I got a sheet,
but I don't know what
to write about.
I listen my heart,
it beats really hard.
I feel that I'm fine,
but still nothing in the sheet's lines.
I wake up every morning and
I make sure that I'm not dreaming
and I start to sing a song.
I walk around alone,
I walk around that place,
no matter what thay say.
Something on this sheet
can appear,
maybe a story, a song or
maybe a tear. "
YOU ARE READING
Like a Small Song
PoetryWhen I was alone, walking to a silent road, this song appears on my mind.