The wind will dry my tears,
my dreams will keep me away from my fears.
Still no one knows how it feels,
no one will know what it means.
As if the clouds could hear me,
they turn from blue to pink,
you locked the key,
that's how my feelings slowly sink.
Who am I, if even at my most comfortable place I'm not myself?
Who are you, if even you start to change yourself?
Meaningless words,
pulling out each other's swords.
Once promised,
now vanished.
Stop this life, if it keeps going like this,
free me from this unbearable kiss.
22. July 2019
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
