Yesterday!
I was sitting and they
Were all focusing away.
He asked me,
Whispered and kneeled:
"Do you love me?"
. . . . . .
What am I supposed to say?
I never thought that day,
October has turned into May.
He felt the confusion of me,
From my hand took the tea.
Then whispered to me:
"Would you think about it?"
His eyes have mine met
Made me run away.
I couldn’t find a way
To tell him about my empty heart,
Because I once was told it hurts,
If I said the words,
If I said: No,
If my heart loves him not
If his speech I cut.
I hided inside,
My phone has rang
. . . a sad tone,
Came through the phone.
. . . . . . . .
"Hello". . I tried to say.
His voice
Again
Me told:
"You are the moon,
Of my songs
You are the tone"
. . .
How beautiful, how warm
His words raised me, made me smile.
But!!! Is it the coin?
Destroyed the love like a worm?
That made me mean?
That acted the scene?
No, no it's me. .
Who killed the bird, dried the sea.
It's me who said nothing but:
"The number is wrong" . . . and shut!
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