samedi 8 mai 2010

Rising moon

Tightly holding myself...

I raged against the room,
My lungs burning,
I searched for air,
I was already forgeting.

An unbelievably strong grasp,
Held everything dear to me,
Pressurized, Screaming,
The future, I couldn't foresee.

The past was flashing,
My memories blank
Trying to throw it away,
I realised it was only a prank

Why so much love,
When you can only expect,
Your one and only,
To vanish behind the next rising moon.

Feelings receeded,
Remembrance faded,
To leave me empty handed,
Now that I know you only acted.