i need someone…
who can love me whn i will be old and grey…
when my own children will left me wild and stray….
when i will be full of sleep, and nodding by the fire…
sticking all day to the bed and a radio wire…
i m a book…
take down this book, and slowly read,
u have to work hard searching herb out of weed..
my skyscrapers of dreams ..
and of their shadows deep….
u will find me as a lamb
searching his way out of a flock of sheep...
i don't have memory of past..
faults whom i can recall...
sometimes feel shattered,
sometimes a painting on the wall…
there is no imprint of my sins remained anywhere….
i m hard as diamond and fragile as glassware….
sometimes got stabbed right in heart..
sometimes got cut, worn and teared part by part......
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