Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
A promise is like a piece of rope,
Alone the strands are week...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
Women who love too much
wear their heart on their sleeve...
Endless words,
dipped in religious colors...
A secret life
hidden away...
Silence connotes
all the differences are...
Why do I miss you so
even though we're close at heart...
Behold the seconds ticking away,
while the minutes pass by...