A may afternoon.
There are things I know and I should have never have learnt. And things I have learnt and I should have never have known. Things I have kept hidden to my eyes and my thoughts, because sometimes is simple to be a liar. But then all the hypocrisy has been blown away by an afternoon. In an afternoon of May, when the telephone rang and answers where there then. And the curtains were burning, and the walls getting ticker. The curtains were burning and the answer grew deeper. Deeper and deeper.
Clinical Shyness.
There are so many ways and there are so many days, and there are so many rimes that describes our crimes, and there are so many ships you can take for your journey and there so many shapes that can turn into grace. But there’s not matter to see why you couldn’t have chosen me. And there’s no matter to know, why you couldn’t have chosen so. There are so many tools but there are too many rules. There are so many walls which are built by our words. There are so many nights that will end in a fight, and there’s a light from outside that is shining too bright. And there’s not matter for me, why I couldn’t have love thee. And there’s no matter to see, why you shouldn’t have chosen me. But you didn’t chose me. There are so many ways and there are so many days, and there are things you will blame and one more thing of which being ashamed of. And there are so many crimes to describe with a few rimes. And not enough shadows and shades that will bloom into your grace.
Wish talker.
Please don’t hide, now you know that you’ve tried and I’ve always liked you even more when you cried. Take your time and skate through the other side when you’ll hear the ice crack through the voice of the night. You’ll be fine because when you’ll ask for me, sure I will let you in, once you’ve knocked at the door. And there’s room right up here now that you’ve tasted the fear of being dragged by the storm like the leaves in the fall. Don’t be afraid because this breeze will quit one day. See, I’m the wish talker that you wanted me to be, you don’t think is too late. Do you?