I've been thinking of some names.
Their initials do not vary.
I've created an alphabet of "r".
With letters softly pronunced,
My lips draw a kiss,
A reaction to each name I speak.
I build bridges between you and I.
In many languages, I play this game
Of writing the names that love gave me.
And for this dream I beg to life
To let me stay into this place
With all those names that make me alive.
And if you hurt me after all,
I can erase thoses names from my diary,
But I can't erase them from my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Cold days of a heart on fire
PoésieI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
