I'm having a pink-violet time.
Innocent like the Wisterias on her white lawn.
And I am a 4th grader all over again.
Stupidly chasing love, carelessly thinking of growing up just to get it.
And only longing by its idea.
Searching for that thing in my mind that isn't there yet.
Similar to a love which isn't yet so red, so passionate.
With a splash of blue, it becomes a nostalgic memory-like feeling.
At the end, i feel like a preacher.
Praising the greatness of something uncertain and unveiled to me, something that i see by looking at others.
At the end, i'm alone with the hope of living like the ideal story that i've built.
My matched person would be wandering around, unsatisfied with his plot.
And I should be running in a pastel dress at dawn.
Just to admire the pink-violet sky.
Just to sit silently with a bunch of Wisterias at hand.
STAI LEGGENDO
Casual thoughts about love
PoetrySoltanto cose casuali che mi vengono in mente e che getto online. Mostly in english, just because i like to use it. Love is central in this collection, because i've tried to detach myself from proving it. Here, i'm looking for it in words. (I'm not...
