I often not tell you a word about who I am.
Long way to get to my heart,
pondering wether you are born to make it.
Take the comforting smile and never ask what lies behind it.
I exhaust you with monsoons of thoughts to keep you safe
so you never hear the deepest silence burying my soul alive.
Countless innuendos paving the path between us
trying to teach me more, bypassing straight answers.
The one and only will walk the last mile.
one day with sun and with no luck
a glimpse of its shine drew you near
seeing it fallen in the old bazaar
lost from the chain around the neck of an old woman
getting closer you took it in your hand
wiping away the dust and the ashes
you bit it and admired the genuine gold
and kept it as lucky charm between your trembling fingers
you’ll never know that it holds
the touch of her beloved hand and her kiss,
the beautiful gypsy, your only true love, fleur de lys,
and her love spell whispered to find you
he used to watch me for hours
failing to capture the real magic
craving for my sack of bones
skillfully missing my soul
don’t call me beautiful
essence is invisible to the eyes
heartbeat of an agony
living out of the same inexhaustible sunsets of being
untamed pulse of torn days and nights
of languages submerged in deep strings
me and I in my own arms, under my own wings
I shine the smile of freedom