Misunderstandings

The way life romanticize everything
every open wound
every song

It is like something that fell of you
and you think you should be grateful
but no, I am not wishful.

there is me laying on an open table
I spread my hands, my mind
and there it came again like
toll of bells

and it's going further into me
like a waltz of soul
like an endless yell

it should be keeping me warm
but no, I am not wishful.

there is me laying on an open table
I spread my hands, my mind
I am here to accept every cue.

every open wound
every song about you.


2014

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