Ears

by Zen Riley

Homeless in the middle of this living room
I can only think of you, and dream
Is all I have talk to you every nigth
every day
Some people says you arent real
No point on waste my time stick in some advices,
If Ive built my own opinions
even helpless as I am
How can I doubt that you are there somewhere?
That you see every tear falling from my face
counting the distance between them and the floor,with sorrow..
That maybe, you raise a hand to grasp my back and wake me up
and so I know It cant be
I just want you to look at me for a moment
and steel the answers I ve been waiting for
without pressure, knowing there is so much time ahead
like taking you to my garden
so much beauty there would like to show you,
As if you were looking this for the first time
no matter where we are my world, yours..

So I know It can not be

I havent been an easy child
I know there are few things left to be proud
Even the way I look rigth now
untiddy hair, dark shadows surroundings my eyes
Im not worried, dont care enough
has become my pleasure not to allowed myself to feel any comfort
since the day you got mad with me,
since every deception I did brougth to your life
Me, a profound believer
Im profane, had been profane, wont wish to be anymore..
or trying to set conditions
because how inconditional you were ever
I hold in my memory your blood running downhill
but sometimes Im guessing you dont like me
and my world is senseless without you
like senseless is my condition, so complex i still dont understand
No Im not Ill,
Im just bewitched by your beauty
In everything I see, discover your touch
became beyond facination
so, now, dont let us to loose each other
because Im figthing to reverse what I have done
dont be away,
there is more love than begatry remaining inside
I know you are here cant fool myself
like the sweet life of a butterfly fligth
gentle as a wisper
soft your touch,
make me feel Im made of crystal
Follow your path has been tough
but you never said easy it would be
Every morning I woke up with you in my head
knowing you are
happy Im, secure
No matter how battered I can be
you always warm me up
so now, dont let us to loose each other
there is more love than begatry remaining inside
What else you are asking me now?
What else you are wanting?
Please take my hands
Please do look in my eyes
Please let your love make me someone new.

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