A sad poem from when I was much younger (2004), dedicated to an old forgotten love :)
He flies around my loneliness
which is nothing but a mess.
He is there and I am here.
Should I cry? Should I fear?
I want his hand above,
but he won't give me love.
I wish he came running,
but here I am, hanging
on the wing of a dead bird.
I'm not seen, I'm not heard.
I want the flowers of a tree...
He will come to set me free.
I wish he stayed forever now,
at least on the eyes of a rainbow,
to smile at him with pleasure.
Though he is my treasure,
I'm not allowed to touch him.
What is my sin to be so punished?
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