I wanted a shower, but got a hot summer
The path I followed was full of thorns
without giving up hope
eventhough everything was scorched
the tragedy has to be overcome
and I still wanted to love the long long moments
but I didn't want to be loved.
I know that my footsteps are shivering
my vision is obscured by tears
and that the power of my mind
fees like a mere thread.
her cry for no one, is just a forest fire
for those, who makes the funeral fire
at the dead in the heart??
© Mathewjosilet