Δευτέρα, 31 Μαΐου 2010

Momentary pause.

The chirps of a bird keep me awake all night long.
Lullabies are not good to me.
I took a momentary pause.
Stars are just decorating the sky?
I guess not.
Each star is a name carved in souls around the world.
Where is my star?

Out of tune.

I play the guitar a few hours now.
Tune isn’t the same anymore.
Maybe it’s time for a break.
I need to dress up my sadness with a smile.
I feel like a grape in the ground, just cut from the vines.
Sometimes I wish that you will open the door.
Maybe not.
The only think that's real, is that every time I wear your sunglasses,
I can see through your eyes, and tears wash away my loneliness.

Veil of Paranoia.

You live near to borders of paranoia.
Tears are you daily costume,
So you can feel alive.
You postpone laughing on purpose.
You catch up with your dairy every day,
To keep your memories fresh.
Even if you know that you’re blind.