Every night, somewhere
There is this little boy
Looking up to the stars
And waiting for your caravan
To return.
I must have fallen asleep
Last time
When you moved on.
Now i can only wait for You
To pass by again,
With your dromedaries, elephants,
Wizards, dancers and colours.
And i tell myself that
maybe you will take
'me'
with
You?
See how i cry,
Beg,
Crawl.
For you have loved me from within,
Put the Sun in my Heart
And after that
Left me to myself.
But look:
I am just this heart
In which you carved out big chunks,
Very big chunks,
To write the word
LOVE
Now this feels painful
And empty.
Of our love story
Are left words only...
Ho i would love to hate you
For having loved me.
But i'm too weak now
To even do that.
How, tell me how,
You could love me so much
So as to turn me into Light,
And cast me again into the role
Of a beggar?
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