youre the one I feel most completely with -
and the person who I want to be
for every morning -
that I try to not ask and reply
to the dark - but because its shines more
to a good bond.
The dry water its only filtered by its only
so the time I seek and catch
is it the hour or my hands?
its about its leaves or my bound soul
whose in my own
nibbles like a vampire
on the caramelized red heart, and feel like there's no tomorrow?
As if I were haunted by these feelings
and viceversa.
At the end of the day
is me and her telling stories in a park
on a white sheet -
and - holding hands
not tied but warmy!
even trees and roots says the same.
© E.